Prism
My mind is a prism.
That reflects my stormy soul,
Everyone sees a different side of
the hurricane
in my head.
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Relativity We live on comparisons: Something is only in motion, If the other is slower, Someone can only win, If the other fails, I am onl...
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It was a cloudy Sunday morning. I was leaning against the window. I was not in the best mood that morning. I had just been refused a dog. Ea...
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Almost Flying The branch stands ready, Perfect to perch on, It’s too high to jump, Too high to leap, But there is a way, A way that no one...
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