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[sparkymc]

am I afraid of the boundless spaces of freedom? Do I need a cheek to rest my weary cold cheek upon? No, I exchange breath with the trees, my feet walk upon the upturned soles of the earth, my heart beats with everyone else living. I warm the lonely cold air, breathing into it's emptiness, and it loves me so, filling my lungs with its passionate

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[presentpossible]

yes maaaaam