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Oct 2012
there was a time when i could give two ***** less about the temperature of the bathroom floor;
when the simple things were black and white and shone with simplicity and thoughtless wisdom.

there was a time when i would draw til my eyes dried up and turned red despite the ****;
when i could still feel pain and live vividly without constantly questioning reality.

and there was a time when you got me higher than ever
when i was new to what was and how to be unique in a world of opinion-less humans.
Written by
Hannah McC  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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   --- and Ian Miranda
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