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Dec 2024
Im too hurt.
Too hurt to speak.
I go by a sunny day , stop to thank it.
But i dont want to talk.
My voice will be the disturbance in a beautiful moment.
But how gracious are things when
We just stare at them.
Quietly.
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saint8
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     Liana and BipolarBear
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