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A lonely girl sits in front of her apartment, weeping
The caterpillar transforms into a butterfly
Another heart, miles away, breaking
The market carries a heaviness in it that one cannot tell very easily, just by being there, unless you have been told, or are acutely observant of such things, and capable of detecting the energy imbalance when it manifests. As an inquisitive kid fueled by dou
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