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she touched up untended walls all alone, no party assembled attempting to create reactions with her color selection and inspire sunken eyes with the antonym for "you are worthless" and "no one cares" ...but the paint is peeling and her motivation runs constant as she prepares her endurance to spackle and smooth grooved surfaces prime marks and hide pitted edges to place appropriate strokes adequately and try a little color contrast on previously blended door and window trim ...but the paint is peeling now bubbles form and fall flakily at her feet as a sleight of hand starts its mischief of defacing the layers of her self-affirmation with synonyms for the premature initiative she displayed so, she drops her tools and starts peeling removing the pain that is hindering her renewal and covering the constant decay correctly working toward a strengthened surface that maintains its finish against the cruelest force and accepts loving, touches without turning them to criticism.
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 12:47 PM UTC
Peeling Paint
she touched up untended walls all alone, no party assembled attempting to create reactions with her color selection and inspire sunken eyes with the antonym for "you are worthless" and "no one cares" ...but the paint is peeling and her motivation runs constant as she prepares her endurance to spackle and smooth grooved surfaces prime marks and hide pitted edges to place appropriate strokes adequately and try a little color contrast on previously blended door and window trim ...but the paint is peeling now bubbles form and fall flakily at her feet as a sleight of hand starts its mischief of defacing the layers of her self-affirmation with synonyms for the premature initiative she displayed so, she drops her tools and starts peeling removing the pain that is hindering her renewal and covering the constant decay correctly working toward a strengthened surface that maintains its finish against the cruelest force and accepts loving, touches without turning them to criticism.
dee-renee-smith
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 12:47 PM UTC
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