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Lost in spirals of anticipation.
Weighing success or decapitation.

Really nothing so very serious.
Just worry making me delirious.

Unreal swell building before the actions.
Commonly split into extreme factions.

Loss of what I have right now on one hand.
The other, not worthy of the good planned.

I know all will dissolve when I’m in it.
My prepared terrors, each time, I forget.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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