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Read more: sometimessomehow we’re carried along in and out of situations in different places between multiple characters of things and people.all along we are left imprints and leave imprints —know answers or know nothing.
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Read more: good riddanceold doors a ruinwhere did your soulwalk to dresses dryingin the lawn
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Read more: vital and fruitfulfeeling and it feels goodwhen the season of the airchanges with the season of my life feeling beautiful
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Read more: noises circa ’16there was a faint knock on the bedroom door that crept up the wall, inside my ears, and into my dream.the knock raddled the door making noises and it felt so real,with the presence of you screaming at me in my dream. again, the knock hit rising louder and my head turned the pillowi suddenly…
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Read more: realitywrite something real i told myselfwrite something people understand something they can relate to but is my rhythm not realis being misunderstood not the realest i could get to being human, to being merelation is chosenis it not?
