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I love the way the sun seeps through the blinds and the warmth dancing on the small wooden surface of my coffee table. I love the smell of homemade coffee and expresso beans in the morning.
I look into a dark void shadows surround me, grasp me into their winding fingers pulling me in by my hands, accelerating. Is the light at the end of the tunnel real?  
It can’t be bought,  So it can’t be sold.   It can be felt,  But it’s not to be held.   It’s something true  and never dies down.   It makes you wonder 
little wet nose on my palms, toenail clicks on the floor, little snores from the blankets, that's what makes me feel good.   slobber lips placed on my leg, chewed up toy in my room,
Life is all about feelin' good, I'm always on the hunt for The Feel Good Medicine. I think I finally found it, A little bit of laughter and a lot of sun tossed in with the scent of the salty ocean at sunset,
My mind is overflowing with thoughts. The littlest things can make my whole day bright. I just can't help it, these emotions. Those days when evrything works and your overjoyed Thats how I feel when I think of you
There is nothing quite like getting in the car while it rains. I turn onto the interstate, and set my pace at about 70 mph. I love the sound of each and every rain drop falling onto my car.
It's the little things in life Those most often overlooked Like flowers, grass, and sunshine A blanket and a book Spending time with loved ones Like your family and your friends
She gets up."The world is brigher at night,"she would remark with a laugh,but it meant more than whather smile hid.
Bliss, Bliss is the first sip of coffee at dawn, a spontaneous trip to a place like Milan, Days spent relaxing on the beach, a plump, juicy, orange Georgia peach,
With heavy feet, I treadForcing myself to my bedI lay on my backBreath in and outAttempting not to focus on what I lack
I am pretty I am witty I am smart And full of heat I am like my mother
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