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Mar 2014
Everyday
she was oblivious,
passing by
the passers by

everyday was
a world
of emptiness
and straight lines,
same routines
and
expected outcome

nothing was ever new,
everything
was so sure
as night
and day


and he hoped that
the clouds in her eyes
would stop blocking
everything
so that
she may see
that it doesn't
have to be this way

everyday
no. this is my mind vomiting and i am not good with words ugh ****
Marguerite
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Marguerite
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