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I put all my words on paper. Delicately my life comes in and out with the flow of ink, thinking this is the reason for this. I want to believe. The shadowed streets I had to bare, forking into the next. No spoon in my pocket to feed, absent of love. This is the reason for those cored of humanity, that feel cheated of life. How far do we run. How far do we crawl. How far, is far enough, before we return to spiral again. Salvation. Salvation is like salt in the vein, that fuels the numbness. We all want to be saved. Safe from harm and pain, preseved from the pervasive animosity that grows in the reoccurring years. But we are never safe. Vulnerable to the bitterness that we bite off and swallow.

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