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May 2016
i sit and stare at the wall
tears running down my face,
my vision blurred.
i see a man in the texture
he tells me that it will be okay,
that my tears are just feelings
trying to escape.
that i need to
share them instead of wiping them away..
more 2 am thoughts. maybe this will start to be my end of day project..
Owlycat
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Owlycat  26/BC
(26/BC)   
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