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so this is it. the ending. the middle. the beginning...I'm not sure lately days have managed to blur my vision I know no transition I know dissociation to pull myself from what is real lately days run past in hyper speed breaking the wall between my sanity and the insane and it aches when I think about it confronting it in the cold confines of what I call my home
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
cyclically secular
so this is it. the ending. the middle. the beginning...I'm not sure lately days have managed to blur my vision I know no transition I know dissociation to pull myself from what is real lately days run past in hyper speed breaking the wall between my sanity and the insane and it aches when I think about it confronting it in the cold confines of what I call my home
MoRojas
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
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