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I am stopped at the edge of my emotions.

They form large puddles that rarely hold the key to happiness.

I would rather them fade away than become a blasting fountain.

The sound of it’s chaos would usher in a downward path that had startled the naivete out of me.

Emptiness and tears are either used as tools or fuel for my engine.

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About ingridfalconi

I'm a married mother of three and a published author.
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