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Oct 2015
I can't let my thoughts wandered,
my mind is a temple in ruins,
there's debris and weak foundations,
thus, if by chance,
I let them wandered,
my mind and I, could collapse

and in the process,
**** those thoughts along with me.
The good news, there's always a way to rebuild a temple in ruins.
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Everlasting
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