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Live, Laugh, Loved


Sometimes I feel

That if I felt more like me

and less like someone,

that food would taste more like sweet

and less like necessity.

That process wouldn't seek cessation, and would feel more like progress,

and less like friction.

That if i was more connected,

I wouldn't feel the need to be corrected, or perfected.

That I would hear ideas,

and offer suggestions,

instead of listening to words,

and seeing abstract projections.

I live, laugh, love,

Die, cry, and hate.

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