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It's been a year, but
I still wonder often if...
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Too tired to get up,
But not tired enough to sleep...
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Plastered smile
walks around to satisfy...
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Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...
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Inhale-
smoke in my lungs...
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cursive is the best way to describe my pen
because only the quaint wish to read...
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12/04/2017
Friday night...
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Fluttering
Butterflies...
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She sits silently in
solitude, allowing...
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Along the boulevard medium
(we call it the neutral zone...
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I've known for some time now
that writing has given me the strength...
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All ten years of our friendship
--of blood and sweat and tears poured in...