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[xsomber_tearsx]

I am here

I have not lost faith but, I have lost the lens. The faint smell of vinegar etched into my fingers that was once embedded into my developing soul has faded.
I came from crayfish lurking in creek beds. Velvet moss growing wildly where the Robin ruffled his feathers and spilled his seeded snack. Catching sunfish from the spring fed pond and

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[clearly_blindd_]

I just yelled that last sentence out of my window. thank you.