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"Restore"


Restore.

To heal, bring back, to fix a glitch.

To restore my mind from my thoughts.

To restore my heart from my pain.

To restore my actions from being in vein.

To restore race from sexuality.

       Restore.

How can it?! The feeling of abandonment like stars away from a planet.

      Restore.

How can I restore me?

Curiosity, desparity, trust free.

They say live life to the fullest, but I say, first I need restority.

    Restore.

But how?

Its not like I can get up, be civilized, bend over, and take a bow.

     Restore.

That's what my mind is telling me.

But my mouth is telling me to become more carelessly.

     Restore.

I follow my mind. Ok, I will!.

But first, let me clean my mouth, cause I dont know what's the deal.

    Restore.

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The UndefinedFeminist

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