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Peaceful MessA mess, what is a mess? Me. Me in this moment, I am a mess. I’m not afraid of being a mess,Peaceful Mess
I’m afraid of what will happen if I stop being a mess. Will I not feel? Will I not care? Will I stop loving? Will I not dare express how I feel?
At Peace, what is being at peace? Them.
Every single one of them they are all at peace.
Spiting me just by making their presence known,
They are all an annoyance like a stone in my shoe.
Do they feel?
Do they care?
Do they love? Do they dare express how they feel?
I am a peaceful mes
How is life?
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Look my gallery, leave a few words. I won't mind. I swear!
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“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.” -- Henry Ward Beecher
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Too much liquor's like salt on a slug.
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Too much liquor's like salt on a slug.
konoway tillicums klatawa kunamokst klaska mamook okoke huloima chee illahie
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Too much liquor's like salt on a slug.
konoway tillicums klatawa kunamokst klaska mamook okoke huloima chee illahie
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