They say, the world almost drowned.
The day she wept.
Those salty tears.
So sacred and immaculate.
That the ground began to crack.
Like the conscience of god.
Crumbling into sadness.
For she was so young.
So lost in the dream of idealism.
Now forever lost in her own madness.
Havoc and Consequence 
How we can live in the possibilities of, what life, could be, that, we must, adjust ourselves to the realities of what we are, living, in.
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True. What we think it is, is how it is. Me project the environment we must dwell within,
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Wow. This hits deep.
Excellent my friend 🖤🖤🖤
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Thank you, glad you thought so and enjoyed it.
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You’re so welcome and I certainly did 🖤🖤
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