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I try to control abandon. My mind fermenting with emotions, steadfast. Dealing with daily devotion; A bite from a poisoned apple. There is no need for a helping hand; There is no need for portioned halves. I have become what I despised at the beginning. Dreams turned nightmarish, days stumble steadfast. I've watched the sun rise again. I've watched my life start anew again.
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