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I just realized that Hearts are like street lamps. Some are warm and ready to Guide, assure, and welcome, While others instill fear, as They flicker in and out with An ugly fluorescence, just Waiting to be replaced. It used to take me a while to Figure out who had which lamp.
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
conscious pt. 2
I just realized that Hearts are like street lamps. Some are warm and ready to Guide, assure, and welcome, While others instill fear, as They flicker in and out with An ugly fluorescence, just Waiting to be replaced. It used to take me a while to Figure out who had which lamp.
and that, my friends, is what made high school my own personal hell.
mary-alexander
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
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