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Thursday, January 8, 2015

every night I die

every day I'm reborn

as long as I create

I'm restored

more and more

I feel the art of the world

the smiles & the similes

the love in these words.

these open arms are scars

as if I could care anymore

I'm filled with guilt

as if I could rebuild my course.

tell me I'm worth it

show me it.

share with me your parodies

I've always loved other humans.

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