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I’ve invented a new way, a new discovery, a new shade of gray.  Inventing songs and creating stories. Tales of my life full of lust, love, wonder, and worry.  Times of good and times of bad. I found a way to create happiness from sad. The impossible is possible and the unreachable is within the grasp of your hands.  Invent yourself a new step if you’re not happy with life’s current dance. I’ve been dancing the same rhythm, but creating different rhymes. If the rhythm never changes, the the rhymes never rhyme [perfectpullquote align=”right” bordertop=”false” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]then the rhymes never rhyme[/perfectpullquote]

This time it’s quite different for reasons I am not sure. I must invent myself a new path, for it may be the only cure. A fix to this confusion. This make believe reality I wished to be an allusion.  An allusion that I am living, and a dance that is not my own. I’ve invented myself a new way, a new discovery, my new home.

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