Well , the sun does set, time heals and life goes on. I will not pat you on the back , first you must ; clean your glasses , use cue tips in your ears and wipe the steam off your mirror because until then you would not recognize my empathy. I cannot see the brightness of the sunset if I'm focused on the darkness of the night to come. So whiners I try to avoid you . I've been in that rut and everyday I fight to distance myself from a me-centered way of life.
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that was beautiful, you never should have stopped writing poetry
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