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Some days I sit on my porch And stare at my galloping Thoughts and imaginations Then it hits me That singularity log pure consciousnesses , A moment of unbridled joy Fierce yet tranquil
I'm tired of people being so ugly inside but put a fake smile on their face. I'm tired of the social media rat race to prove to everyone you're so fucking great.
   She’s from the Earth Where life and death are very old companions Perpetually in a push-pull conversation Where death is constantly on the run
It Was Never Meant to End with Me By: Willow Valli Chiari
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