Poetry From The Problem
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Terminé mar., août 29, 201718m
Chaos, it seems to be one of the few universal things in the world, the only thing other than love that I have seen people leap toward and run away from all in the same breathe. It's etched it's self into your mind, and your soul, so it will always be there, and if on the off chance it isn't, you miss it even though having it is painful. But I guess they did get it right when they say most of us would rather feel pain, than to not feel anything at all.
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