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Apr 2018
Life.
It is both beautiful,
and hideous.

It is both happy,
and emotionally exhausting.

It is both wondrous,
and draining.

Life is all of these oxymorons,
but it will never stop doing one thing.

Advancing.
Present to future,
no other direction.
There will never be a moment to wake up yesterday.
The only option you have is to advance.

Life is advancing,
evolving,
changing,
organically.

It's like a song you don't want to end because you're afraid that once it ends,
you won't want to start it over.

Life,
it's full of oxymorons.
The Unsung Song
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The Unsung Song  18/M/Springfield, MO
(18/M/Springfield, MO)   
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   Kalliope
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