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Isn't is all about being seen letting them know you are around. We forge our way inside then back out again. Isn't it a likely hood, a simple stated frame of mind, we are all on tangents as popular language is on a decline. You said so many things, that I wrote it well. You said you liked my pictures now Im considering new designs. Isn't it a funny thing, I feel at ease, a strange sense of calm before 35 humid degrees. I don't like feeling angry. I don't want to hate all the ways they don't care. You weren't to know how much it would hurt. I want to have patience when he speaks. I need to see how happy your made I need for you to be okay. Isn't that what Im supposed to say, anyway. But I will try I will, I'll give a warm acceptance speach or maybe just a warm hello. Isn't it something though, isn't it the one thing before the other, next to nothing but the start of the year, with some new beginning, lets make ourselves clear instead of transparent.