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Wandering, Wondering

Her life is a constant wonder with soul incessantly wandering the blues of the deepest voids, oblivious of the turquoise-blue it could've found in the shallow of the sea. She has a mind that seems recondite, abysmal and profound she still searches for the meaning of each word for, to her, it doesn't seem much wrong maybe the reason she is not understood by many is because she is not trying to be. Life can be hard to decipher sometimes one won't be certain of living with the absence of existence yet the other one is certain of existing even without living.
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Mar 27, 2017
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