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Oct 2018
I did not know much about ants until I found that the internet told me so,
and I still don't know what that has to do with life,
another text that I had to respond too, I didn't have to do it,
life would not have changed for me,
but I wanted to feel important and so I thanked a neighbour.

Who helped put me on a soccer team, nothing big,
but life changing.

Anyway even though we(you and I) could look back to remember what was said,
I don't,
the future of this life is unfolding within my eyes,
I am creating,
shifting,
noticing the trends in the writing of a mind designed by the public,
you,
or me,
but not I,
here in this
.
.
.
I would fill in the blank however when you grasp for a word to the point that synonyms become a common search point I worry I've driven this vessel recklessly.

How would we drive proper?

I see myself everyday stupidfied, surprised,
Β Β unexpectedly perplex that i.

Wait did I edit this?

Not that we won't sink,
But an eternity with,
me,
you,
and I(we),
it has always been
.
.
.
I could not stop maybe it's the ,
I had to pause again,
can it be understood that some times the words can cause some unexplainable feeling that chokes you in the back of,
There,
Right,
there,
.
.
.
I wanna find out what you said.

What I could say.

What we said.

There,
That,
Hello,
and now,
Goodbye
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Kyle madill Baker
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