WORDS ON STICKY NOTES

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goals written in handwriting not everyone can read filled of ideas prevailing, and quotes to help being stead all corners wrinkled and creased adhered up in hopes, one day it will be fulfilled. They are a metaphor of myself, being stuck on wall and falling over and over, again and again and again and again in a disarray, usually an ignored existence but oh, every time I sit a hopeful mess I see.

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