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From day to day we fight to see the beauty behind thee, these cuts we cover dust to find the strength within the idea of we, anger leads to failure to go where we strive to be, denial of hope in the beauty we do not see,
A question that I often wonder Fills my mind while the quiet world sleeps. It seems to pull my sanity asunder, And the better part of my brain it always reaps.
How are you so sure that this is my proper cover? There is no clear label marked on this pink blanket I think I should dissolve the adhesive, peel it off, and start over