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There's something so pure about living,
Being able to feel the sun on your skin and see the way the the wind blows in the leaves.
Connecting with people, even if you never see them again it's something to cherish.
Holding a hand, feeling their skin under your fingertips.
Waking up on a cold winter morning snuggled under a blanket, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla.
I want so many beautiful moments and I'm so excited to experience them.
I'm excited to be alive.
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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...
