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Nov 2024
Life is sick and I'm getting sicker by the night this pain in my soul I feel makes my chest start to race quicker a feeling so tight.
Making each night feel as long as a century of fights I have to conquer and divide, I've always gotten more but in a way that's not the definition read in dictionaries - my version  transcribes in to feeling much less, more or less it's the  lower card that was my fate that i was destined to live.
Right from the start not one least bit light but so heavy that my feet drag and fall behind, scraping the floor I need to unlock the real more furthermore unlock the most and change the way I frequent a life that I could give more and more but not like less is more a more that makes me rich deep and emotionally fresh with newfound love for more and not less

Written by J.V 03-11-24
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Jaime
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