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I celebrate peace with a white petaled rose, As the woes of a long war begins close. Though the principle I did not opposed.   Singing and dancing and ridding my horse,
We are frantic, unguarded, constantly anxious, forever-troubled, either too-loving or too-lusting, always showing-off, moment-capturing, obsessed romantically, very fragile, in agony from broken hearts, image-driven,
I celebrate myself as I mourn myself. For days I cried, for days I wandered, lost. For days I was afraid, so afraid. So lost. So lost.  For days I rejoiced, life was so good.
To my Dad, my best friend, I can’t even pretend that all this happened, I just want to bend and contort until my body says no- My mind is full of what if's, maybe's, and so’s.
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