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Dec 2017
Life.
A rave party of atoms,
Ideas, events, everything; bouncing off-of each other creating,

Now.
A shallow breath, an itch, a masterpiece waiting to be made,
A symphony, a design, a calling.

Then.
Anger, hurt, despair.
Eating at me like a parasite,
Continual. 8

After.
Feeling relaxed, released, and recluse.
Life.
If you like it let me know :)
Written by
Nichole  28/Androgynous/Canada
(28/Androgynous/Canada)   
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     The one, ryn, eileen and Glassmuncher
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