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I write so past feelings don't deceive me. I read them back later, so present feelings won't either. Think of you later, in time to wish to see a forgive between us. Fall familiar love, trusting it to deliver a pain you knew once. A... Continue Reading →
Lasting energy not from the sip of my mug, but the breeze through me as I beg my lungs. I gain distance on the clouds, but I lose myself in the beats I make with the pavement I take on.... Continue Reading →
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