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- Thoughts of a lost soul
She lived the poetry she cannot write, which I have lived most of my life following. Life hasn't always been comparable to the distraughtness of human destruction or the simplicity of one's life falling apart, as I used to write about. Living life now has been about enjoying the feeling of rain falling on my skin or experiencing love first thing in the morning instead of dread. The happiness, the joy-it's something I could never write.
