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It is beautiful, this river.

Being a mere prevarication of my thoughts.

A humiliation of my memories.

No matter how much it hurts me,

I can't help but come back.

It is wonderful what the mind is capable of,

and how weak this heart of mine is.

It is beautiful.

We watch the river darken in the sunlight.

You've never seen it before.

To you, it is just another of the many pools

of thought you've been to. But to me,

it is a life which I pretend living.

It's nice sometimes- to not be normal.

~

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