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May 2014
I'm sick of all the rules
when it comes to loving, and living, and learning
I'm sick of forcing myself to let thoughts and feelings marinate
until they're just right
until i can place them
i'm sick of lying on my back watching the heavenless skies turn
to cotton candy and then dissolve into darkness
i'm sick of seeing beautiful things and not being able to feel them
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