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fuck

i don't know how hard i should be,
how hard,
how spread my legs should be

we lose happiness
we lose peace

to be what is perceived,
only to be the same
the shit
the boredom
the creation that is me
the escapism that is you

alone beyond the the grasp is a gentle peace that is

the beach

the waves

leaves
wind
clouds
blue

shaped happiness

feel me

and know I'm lost from that which is
forgive me
be me

play

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