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I want to dream of French cafes and smoke rings
I feel so empty The will to live the will to survive has left me I was broken when you met me   I was a girl who tried to give life a chance when you let me
Dear Koi,  On one cloudy day I found you in a pond.  The murky waters shimmered from the inklings of light that crept through the clouds. As I inched closer and closer To the pond You approached me.
Tell. Tale told to trusted truths to torment... teach too. Tell. Tell me to open my eyes.  Tell me to allow the cries and under hellish guides embrace the skies. Tell my youth to tell my future.
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