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I sit on my front porch as it nears twilight hours and read, The wind blows cold gusts, And I curl into a bigger ball, The buzzing on the street l..

I ask myself why I feel this overwhelming sadness Why each heartbeat feels labored, like it’s a chore Nothing was that bad, they say, But the..

ehh,

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mm, i dont know.

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I love nature

time goes by fast

something im going through right now.

It just came to me, i hope you like.