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Golden light fills my room,
I can hear the birds chirping,
The blanket I'm under keeps me warm.
Golden light fills my room,
I can hear the birds chirping,
The sadness comes with a dull ache and heavy limbs.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
