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Life is funny isn't it? Days were sunny and warm, Nights sparkled and everything fit. Now, I'm looking for a place. Mine blew up.   My family was as close as could be.
A never ending whorl,a quick repeating loopcrossed over and underwith fine, fine lines.The whole beingmatted with thick blackglue clinging to skinholding on like a jealous,cranky, scared lover.
I may sound insane, but the voices I hear are not of a lunatic . They are of someone suffering of OCD ( Obsession Compulsive Disorder). "IT NOT CLEAN!" 
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