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My bed is beautiful and kind Most things are kind They want to be kind The trees don't chose specifics to whom they give their oxygen The trees are kind and I love them I understand how at a time people would pray to these trees That might not have been the worst of times I wonder if I would have been one of them I wish to be taken to the time in which my human mind and soul would be less confused Where the dimensions match up Because I love everything here and I just don't know how to know that all the time
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
September 2016
My bed is beautiful and kind Most things are kind They want to be kind The trees don't chose specifics to whom they give their oxygen The trees are kind and I love them I understand how at a time people would pray to these trees That might not have been the worst of times I wonder if I would have been one of them I wish to be taken to the time in which my human mind and soul would be less confused Where the dimensions match up Because I love everything here and I just don't know how to know that all the time
allison-marlow
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
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