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It used to be simple
Black and white...
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Upon waking....
My body gushed...
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While winter sits guard...
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Suicide is bittersweet:
tastes of sour memories...
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She knows
what is to come...
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CV.
CV...
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I roll awake
my body reminds me...
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One day Anger asked his psychologist,
"What am I ?" And the psychologist replied...
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We focus so much
On how we are different...
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Love is your birthday
we give love to...
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I sit back to watch and wonder
how my life is so incomplete...
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It all moves so slowly around me,
As if time is hesitant to move on...