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how? - How in the morning do I even open my eyesTo see the leaves twirling as they fall down to the groundTo see the sun’s rays bathing my roomFilling it with radiance once unknown How in the evening do I close my eyes and sleepTo forget the turmoil of the dayTo escape the madness of the worldTo float in an ocean with lulling calm waters How does one escape the boundaries of societyWhen the noise is deafeningAnd the tiniest spark is blindingHow do you live when life becomes unbearable feminism is the radical notion that women are people. | rebel girl | I'm all Twystid [ < | rand | all | > ] host |