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| When roots suddenly pull themselves from the earth, one cannot help but smile. It feels nice to feel innocent; I would love to one day wake up, still afraid what's in the dark closet. To swim in waters that were considered "too deep". I miss these days. Yet dont really remember them. You see, I recall the feelings, what it felt like to be there, I just dont remember being there. Sort of like the womb. I long for the feeling of absolute peace that I've never seen, but remember what it feels like. Thats why I want it so bad. Normaly the human psyche tends to want which it knows it can't have. I want this because I think I can have it. I have the right to have it. Yes. Total confusion is not something I'm unfamilar with. But peace is just a memory... | ||||||||||||
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