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A hand against my faceWarm as breathFine as silkMakes a heart raceSoft whispers do gracethe air around usfeels lightand leaves no trace
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Each day we move forward in life, passing by all obstacles, sometimes we wait for a sign. Does ever a ability, to take a chance on life come your way...
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There are hours in the daywhere nothing seems to happenno thoughts no memoriesjust emptiness and endingYet here I layThe mornings still fullWith the s..
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Is this junk,or does it belong somewhere?Am I giving my
heart to you,or are you a thief stealing it away from me?Right below my
nose,lips in which y..
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The kitchen is a safe haven, I can grab nearly anything there and create anything else. This can become that, and that become this.
A place where a ..
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Sometimes I just sit at my desk and stare. Not necessarily
at the computer screen, but just blankly ahead as though I’m waiting, wishing,
no; ..
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But if we are winning, why am I so afraid? It’s like a foreign object to me. It is but a step away, but so
large of a step is it to take. When ..
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When driving on a highway, you can slip into a thought process, bouncing from different areas of your life like many trampolines. Never knowing where ..
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A young girl has left her home in search of adventure.
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