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These are my questions. Sometimes I write emails backwards, and then rearrange them. does that make me a poet? The wind always blows on the hardest of days. Is the earth spinning enough for you? I watch the neighbor get out of his car to collect his things, thoughts. are we all mirrors of each other? I have not driven a car but once in over a year, and I don't need your acceptance. I need my own.  

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