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It’s always shinning here.

Its always summer here Common but uncommon Like water dripping in a cave Like monkeys teasing dogs In my back yard Its always shinning here Whether the sun is awake or asleep Its rays burn hot on my skin Maybe... Continue Reading →

I refuse to be a number I refuse to be a shadow I refuse to be an hour long pleasure.

Hope is often preached to you if you are low and display the unflattering traits of one who wishes to be suicidal. Hope to me are feelings often longed for in situations were it shouldn’t. When you are sick, you... Continue Reading →

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