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Sit and think.   Thoughts flow like a needle through tapestry. A tapestry tinged with yellow thread Yellow, like my contentment.  
Love, What is this thing we call love? Does it even exist? Some say it does, Others will say it doesn't! Do we really have to go through such horrible heartbreaks to find true love? Do we have to make ourselves feel so horrible to find that one pe
I clench my fists, Close my eyes, Scrunch my nose, Before I faint And become impervious To the noisy background at hand. Sick. I’m sick; Sick of all the limitations
 
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