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Thoughts

These thoughts are for everyone and none of you. See the world with my eyes.

They are for my parents, the curators who have left me on this bare rock we live on.

They are for everyone I have met. For every person, I have ever loved - those who loved me, my best friends and enemies.

They were affected by each person I had sex with - and with each person, I wanted to. Missed hopes and opportunities.

They are equally important to those who continue to listen - those who helped me and those who didn't. For those, I struggled with and not. I couldn't be here without you.

To those who were my lighthouse when I lost my light to those who appeared as the light and became my eyes.

They are mostly for a person who has formed my life more than anyone else. For a person who made me stronger than anyone else, for a person who made me beautiful both inside and outside.

They are for me


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