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Suddenly I do not care.      Yes, these feelings transcend distance and time               But your actions prove scathing                           This wall impenetrably done. So those moments I'll tuck away                                      Throw inside                    Keep way at Bay. You'll work towards an ultimate                                                     Happiness       That always clear,                                      care about what is invested? To you, just another                                   Word Smith,              Evidence rains, fight? Tossed inside, called upon,                                             Informed                             Kept near.                                       Impossible not too. Mirror reflects                          my actions not wildly outside your own. So you feel what I felt,                    and maybe still do.                                                                                     I knew it was possible. Comfort is nothing,                                   an illusion of safe bed. Time carries forward.                                   Forgotten, I have accepted. Oct 21, 2013
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
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Suddenly I do not care.      Yes, these feelings transcend distance and time               But your actions prove scathing                           This wall impenetrably done. So those moments I'll tuck away                                      Throw inside                    Keep way at Bay. You'll work towards an ultimate                                                     Happiness       That always clear,                                      care about what is invested? To you, just another                                   Word Smith,              Evidence rains, fight? Tossed inside, called upon,                                             Informed                             Kept near.                                       Impossible not too. Mirror reflects                          my actions not wildly outside your own. So you feel what I felt,                    and maybe still do.                                                                                     I knew it was possible. Comfort is nothing,                                   an illusion of safe bed. Time carries forward.                                   Forgotten, I have accepted. Oct 21, 2013
nicole-potter
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
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