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My mind feels like cotton cloth over a wound
I can’t remember or think like I’m supposed to
My mind used to race from one thought to..
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A long
time ago, when the world was young, before the humans came along, all the
animals spoke in the same language. In the time when crows still h..
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I like to think that I am clever enough, but one thing I could never understand was the foolishness that creatures liked to call survival. When hunte..
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