Transitions,
fill up everything with spice times
I can't really contain myself any longer.
I've tried,
I've succeeded.
sorry little girl, its time too move on.
Move on while carrying it all in your pocket.
so much to absorb.
I don't want you
I need you.
Your just stupid
Your a bum
Finding and searching and writing.
Slowly but steady baby girl,
watch that you don't get thorns stuck in your tender feet,
or that you don't prick your paws.
A free mind that's a mess,is better than a chemically altered state of being.
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