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Regaining the renewed feelings of this world that I had been open to before, Is starting to flow right back into this, lonesome body which has been restrained From the reality of boundaries, I shall begin again so that my fragments shall be spoken through words and emotions, Give me a sign, Give me inspiration, Give me a reason, It's all coming back, This is it, The sensibility, The obligations, The muse, Passion over whelming my senses and taste buds, Let these blood cells and nerves fly into rage, Let Me Run , Through these  declarations untamed and irrational, Oh joy, Welcome me once again.
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 12:55 AM UTC
An inordinate length of time that has been wasted away.
Regaining the renewed feelings of this world that I had been open to before, Is starting to flow right back into this, lonesome body which has been restrained From the reality of boundaries, I shall begin again so that my fragments shall be spoken through words and emotions, Give me a sign, Give me inspiration, Give me a reason, It's all coming back, This is it, The sensibility, The obligations, The muse, Passion over whelming my senses and taste buds, Let these blood cells and nerves fly into rage, Let Me Run , Through these  declarations untamed and irrational, Oh joy, Welcome me once again.
isabella-h
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 12:55 AM UTC
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