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Flower child happy

by @caity-klaassen

A seven letter imperfection is its perfections. You see it's not even nor hole just in its prime waiting to come alive. We a lot like perfect prime a seven letter perfection trying not to be that one imperfection. It's okay to be seven letter prime. See if your even then you just like all the other Guys. You've been around for long. Suit and tie that's your song. Laid up late worrying about the bills you have to pay and all the people that get in your way. This world is harsh. It cuts you down puts you in your place,it's all around, it Consumes who we are and before you know it Your the seven letter prime still patiently waiting to feel alive. we told from a young age different is wrong, normally looked down , frowned upon. Don't think out the box, Dont love the different colours because your family won't like that. We told who we must be. To be prime is just not what you want to be. To be whole and equal and fully fair. That's who you are to be. Not prime and different then you weird and artistic. To hell with the world and the Conformities they create. Be prime, be out there, be happy, think out the square.
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