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Jul 2014
With the frenzy
of a stereotypical lovestruck fool
I pluck flower petals
of my existence.

I am okay. I am not okay.
I am okay. I am not okay.

Not sure if finding
or placing meaning,

if living,
or always failing.

I am okay. I am not okay.
I am okay. I am not okay.

When finally there is no more to pluck
My days have already been

spent.

I am okay. I am not okay.
*I am okay. I am not okay.
fugyadzi
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   JDK, Erenn and Sean Tierney
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