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*As I continue to sit tittering on the edge of the realm of my mind. Pressure still pushing against the frame that they say protects my brain. My rambling here will be interpreted to reflect the view of some with no real true view. Fearing not others views, as long as I can focus on a life that's true. Life will be happily viewed, from behind my gold rimmed rose colored glasses. Life is what you make it.*
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Rose Colored Glasses
*As I continue to sit tittering on the edge of the realm of my mind. Pressure still pushing against the frame that they say protects my brain. My rambling here will be interpreted to reflect the view of some with no real true view. Fearing not others views, as long as I can focus on a life that's true. Life will be happily viewed, from behind my gold rimmed rose colored glasses. Life is what you make it.*
willard-wells
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
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