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Thoughts from The Projects of Edens Lost

Over a decade ago now, I made a decision to grab a paint brush over the weapons and tools I'd use to cut, cover, or bruise the outside of this empty shell to match the lack within and now I sit in moments just like this, years from that initial decision and in a life and a love I could not have even dreamed still making that decision still caught in those circular thoughts louder ever more than ever before it says, the battles may come and go your way but this war is ours at the end of your days

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