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Life to pass by in perfection and bliss has no worth or satisfaction. Pain needs to be felt and tears need to bathe the insecurities that pump beneath my skin. The cold skin contains the warm blood that boils and scolds beneath, harboring every feeling known and unknown. The goal is to feel them all. Feel them all and know each one. Appreciation that we can feel, is something to be alive for!
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Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC
Perfection
Life to pass by in perfection and bliss has no worth or satisfaction. Pain needs to be felt and tears need to bathe the insecurities that pump beneath my skin. The cold skin contains the warm blood that boils and scolds beneath, harboring every feeling known and unknown. The goal is to feel them all. Feel them all and know each one. Appreciation that we can feel, is something to be alive for!
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Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC
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