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It has been said to be confusing, but it is what it is. This poem is dedicated to my friend, He has helped me so much through my hard times.
Submitted:Mar 4, 2013 Reads: 12 Comments: 6 Likes: 0
I have been told that everything matters, but I feel that nothing matters.
I put my knife up too my nose. There is not fog that should encroach my blade. I do not breath.
Does that matter? I do not think so, but I have been told that everything matters.
To Kenneth.
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