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<p>Failed attempts at beauty and stating. We only have one chance, so stop waiting. How may I fit my family into the equation? That's what I think about on the occasion. Crying throughout the night, only wanting to see the light. How can I make myself less abstract? I begin to want to take it all back. Your meaning to me has no purpose, just like all that glitter stuck on the surface. For you there's no place in my heart, you truly broke it apart. You're the sinner and I am the priest. Could you please move to the east?</p>
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What is the sum of 9 and 5:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.