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Note: This was written way after I finally was safe. When I'm feeling good, I tend not to write very long poems, lol.
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within a human mind, world of another kind,
thoughts will draw upon a jealousy
and yet if nothing's real, there's nothing to conceal,
we're living knowing life is ecstacy
i am born of silence and everlasting greed
born of leaves and concrete
i cherish all to be
it's so good to see this world is alive
it's so good to see this world is mine
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