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joy
Oh, what a beautiful nightmare; what a terrible dream are we.
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steep
Your loneliness is your inner child, calling for you. You were never meant to steep in it for long days and weeks. Never meant to become attached to it. It is not who…
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devastation
You want to turn away, to bury your head in the sand. You want to numb the pain, to fight it somehow but you can't. You must gather your strength. You must look…
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found
Sometimes we get so fixated on picking up broken pieces, we forget we can make new ones.
