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By Leandra TrujilloPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Overdosing on emotions, I'm not sure what the flow is. All I know is I'm growing tired of these overflowing, overwhelming sense of thoughts pouring out of my soul like the glass tipped over. Is it half empty or half full? Am I just a fool? Treading and threading these stitches and thoughts of what I ought to be. I wish to be free and flee from what constricts me. Floating down the stream of my dream this life is an illusion and I am a magician.

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Leandra Trujillo

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