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River


Vomit over flew my body like a waterfall.

Endless loop of words with no meaning or comprehension.

No one could follow me. I am a river. Unpredictable and confusing. 

But I am a river who follows the edges of the grooves of the earth. I follow therefore, people will walk beside me. 

Now they know what it feels likes to be a river once they step their body into a rushing water fall.

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