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All these materials glitter through my name, This is why I never intended to seek any fame,  A labradorite of meaning always held my glory,  And I never used my connotation to create a story, 
She let her heavy eyes sink closed as the salty ocean air washed over her, enveloping her in it's cool embrace.With each breath, the darkness inside of her melted away. But just as quickly as it left, it returned, crawling it's
My pen touches the paper.The ink slowly flows.The world spins idly byAs my story steadily grows.
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