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I've chosen to be honest now.
Direction is what I need.
A path to follow, and a way to fill in the blanks.
This phenomenon will alter every emotion, every part of my self.
Ideas will begin to flow again, but this time I will know how to react!
I will have started a mania, and this craze will not end here.
But it must begin with a direction.
A path to follow, and a way to fill in the blanks..

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I don't believe myself anymore.
This shouldn't bother me, and it doesn't, but how can it not?
I'd like to know why.
And how, if only

this will get me nowhere because things like this never get me anywhere, but I'll admit they help me organize my thoughts which I am terribly grateful for at times

I seek the sweet oblivion of sleep.

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I am her.

The girl who goes out to pick flowers-
and gets rained on.
But, she dances in the rain
dances until the sun comes out.

She is that girl.
who watches while I dance.
She has everything I don't,
but wants to pick flowers too.

sunlight bathes our home