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soft voices and poor choices have led me here. i want to laugh at how my face shows its fear. indecision and lack of vision have left me for dead; fed to the angry beast left behind, in my head. streams of consciousness and everlasting thoughtlessness make waves in their wake. it all bends and breaks. friends working to stop the aches. soon the lurking beast will awaken and my world will be shaken, but for now, i will stay on my journey to a jury that will put these voices to rest.
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
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soft voices and poor choices have led me here. i want to laugh at how my face shows its fear. indecision and lack of vision have left me for dead; fed to the angry beast left behind, in my head. streams of consciousness and everlasting thoughtlessness make waves in their wake. it all bends and breaks. friends working to stop the aches. soon the lurking beast will awaken and my world will be shaken, but for now, i will stay on my journey to a jury that will put these voices to rest.
winter-robin
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
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