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already in planning
blankets are tarnished
pillows are trash
what feelings they shared packed in boxes
kicked to curbs
ties are severed
friendships blurred
second mothers are strangers
false admiration for cooking:
never again
one step at a time
first get up and get out
the moonlight dies to a victorious star
the brightest we know
first get up and get out
cut the fat
lose what's holding you back
clench tight only necessity
angels will come
let the devils go