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I
love all of my darling people in my life and my environment, but some
days I just want to leave every single person behind me without even
blinking. Crumple up a piece of paper full of art and poetry and throw
it over my shoulder. Let it roll down my back and my ankle kick it as I
walk in the other direction. Start fresh and anew. But I know later in
life I will want to grab that crumpled piece of paper and try to iron it
back out. It is beautiful after all. So here I stay. And tomorrow I
will wake and thank god I did so.
But there will always be those days…
But there will always be those days…
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