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Time
Blurred is the line of time,
Somewhere between reality and imagination,
That subtle figment of disbelief,
Coldly passing,
Again and again,
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First Snow
The first snow I saw this year was in a cemetery.
An old, abandoned cemetery.
The small, barely perceptible flakes fell,
Bitter as any of the old graves,
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Loves
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Rules for being normal
- Smile. Teachers like kids who smile, especially during classes when mind-numbingly boring concepts itch their way into your brain and eat away the inside. Yes, you don't like school. No, you can't say that. Smile, smile, smile.
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