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I'm nothing. Let my feet soak into the fabrics of the ground and my head float off of my shoulders and melt into the sky. I wrote a song and it seems to be helping, but I'm still feeling pretty bad. I can feel myself getting erased.
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oh garrettt in the words of Bobby McFerrin... "Don't worry, be happy!" Things will sort themselves out besos y abrazos -kamala