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I once could breathe
wholly and deeply-
because I was outside
myself,
looking in...
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Truth be told- The clean secrets are the ones most easily over-looked, like tiny happy pills, like big gulps of fermentation like bottled p...