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All has been said and has been done before we start
but love keeps Heaven over head and time aligned.
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Don't you listen to fear, sweetheart, don't you listen when it tells you what you must be, what you can't do, what you don't know.
Who do you think..
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The waste builds up as to forget the gift
But I return to it like waves to shore
When life spews pointless, petty builds, our souls are more.
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She thought she was home until the second moon appeared.
She thought she was home, because everything looked exactly as she remembered it: the path t..
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There aren’t two me’s, just the me that I was reflecting the me I am not yet, the future me impatiently waiting to come out, wondering wha..
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