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For the first time...
For the first time... I went to the ocean...
I watch the waves moving in and out...
I feel the breeze blowing through my hair and against my skin...
I hear the laughter of the people around me...
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Past, Present, Future
I must leave the past behind.
I can't hold on to it any longer.
I must walk away from the past if I want a good future...
I must walk away from the past if I want to be free...
Loves
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where i keep my heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
And sew it into pillows,
Hide it in sunsets, -
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