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Burnout
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The forging
It’s strange how routine invades, Makes even the most bitter event feel somehow okay again. Changes things, Smoothing them into the way they’ve always been again. I am a blade, Honed by hands wiser In the forges of my destiny Each blow that lands Meant to strengthen Until finally, I am dipped in the oil…
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Artists
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Sunday memories
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Road at my back
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Humane society brownies
Pussycat pussycat where are you? Pitbull oh pitbull, you’re pretty cute too And the turtles and bunnies Are so very funny Can I have a kitty? Or a small little pup? I’ll volunteer to feed it Until it grows up I promise to love and walk them too Said every girl And their mommies too
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Heartbreak
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Anxiety
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New Year’s Eve