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Apr 2016
Peace, hope and love.
But always remember that beauty is free.
****, I sound like a hippie,
And I don't even smoke ****.
Labels are stupid though.
Do all hippies even smoke ****?
Whatever, I'm just me.
And honestly, that's all I can be.
I have ears that listen
And a mouth that speaks.
A mind that rarely shuts off.
Eyes wide open
And a heart full of love.
I think the combination may be deadly to one's soul.
Because in all honestly, if ever you have the privilege to know me.
To really know me.
You'll always feel like you're missing something when you don't anymore.
When you don't have me.
I feel at times I give pieces of myself to people that I will never get back.
But it's not a loss of my pieces.
It's a gain to touch lives.
I'll always stay inside.
You.
You'll never be able to forget me.
Even if you try.
Maria Williams
Written by
Maria Williams  Pennsylvania, USA
(Pennsylvania, USA)   
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