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Dec 2013
A fools paradise
I can feel myself slowly edging towards the sensation
The sensation that so many in my spot has felt
A rush that makes you feel alive even though it may be fatal

When I butter my bread
Cut the veggies and onions
Slice the tomatos
Crack a hole in the ketchup seal
My mind drifts to it
Wanting to feel it so bad
But knowing the consequences
I have always thought of it as a false paradise
A place where the nearly dead find a way to get closer to death
But feel as if they have gone further away from it


A fools paradise

-rae
Not sure what to call myself still brainstorming
Chris
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