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There are poems
inside of you
That paper can not handle.
10W
I think I'm surviving
In all the wrong ways.
We're all trying to forget *someone.
Frame every so-called disaster with these words, "in five years will it matter?"
-most of the time it won't.
Someday you will look back and know exactly why it happened.
I talk less because silence hides flaws.
The higher you fly,
The harder you fall.
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