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iHard choices are carved daily  Nothing feels their chill or heat  as their creators, creativity, and consequences. Years and years, by their charm 
Words yet to be heard, speeches yet to be verbalised, gestures yet to be portrayed, characters yet to be studied, appearance yet to be seen, thoughts and ideas yet to be freed.  
just breath,  don't suffocate  let the amber rose  cover the cell let the night  speak to you, to your soul let me breath  you in, I'll show  you art, her  tips are orchid 
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