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Sep 2014
Is there something wrong
with the way I speak?

the way I think,
the way I feel,
the way I believe,
the way I perceive?

Why can't I simply let go?
No more pretending,
no more lying,
no more hurting.

If I fall under the same pattern,
life would be simpler,
"ignorance is bliss" yes.

But, I can't.
I think too much for my own good.
alex grey
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alex grey  22/CA
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