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1qiris
1qiris
I am the God of myself, a virtue that cannot be fixed
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It was the door, it was my mind. My heart is bounding, my voice became blinding. My jaw is the numbest No one, not even the rain could've heard me. Could I have even spoken to myself? I tried, I tried, I swear I tried. My voice was not loud enough. I became aimless. All I hear is the silence, it is so loud and eager. My ears tingle with static, my tongue hides in fear. The shutting of my eyes hurt, it's almost unbelievable how awake I was. I can not close my eyes
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
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It was the door, it was my mind. My heart is bounding, my voice became blinding. My jaw is the numbest No one, not even the rain could've heard me. Could I have even spoken to myself? I tried, I tried, I swear I tried. My voice was not loud enough. I became aimless. All I hear is the silence, it is so loud and eager. My ears tingle with static, my tongue hides in fear. The shutting of my eyes hurt, it's almost unbelievable how awake I was. I can not close my eyes
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