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Refinement


I truly wish you good riddance for it
No it's not that of which you think
In fact, time being trapped in a bottle doesn't defy anything
You understand I am eager for good news.
It's an endless possibility that offers me nothing.
I don't know of which expression you speak of?
I am perfectly capable, I am perfectly happy.
Hey, keep your head up they always say.
Can't help but attempt to agree.
It's meaningless but incredibly important to say yes.
That painting on the wall means nothing, yet represents an array of beautiful scenarios.
As a person may as well be a painting.
A burnt copy of a painting but artwork nonetheless.
Introducing myself as Haptic is one truth.
I truly appreciate the hope.
I truly believe in you.

 

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