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if only once, I feel
this chill from heated life
melting all I thought I was
no touch can compare, to the image
burned in the retina of my soul
I knew this once, I think
in dreams half forgotten
the tip of my minds tongue
tasting imagined futures of love
sweetening the bile that is life
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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