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Conflicting is the first thing that comes to mind. There is no quiet place to think, because the rumble comes from within. One will struggle to focus on themselves when they are not alone. Some companions clinge to before in a trace like state, others yearn to escape. There is however one who is content. One who already knows the outcome of something that eludes others. This one is calm for it is the only means of egress. This one knows best, that the calm before the storm is tranquil. Also that the storm will rage long before subsides.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
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Conflicting is the first thing that comes to mind. There is no quiet place to think, because the rumble comes from within. One will struggle to focus on themselves when they are not alone. Some companions clinge to before in a trace like state, others yearn to escape. There is however one who is content. One who already knows the outcome of something that eludes others. This one is calm for it is the only means of egress. This one knows best, that the calm before the storm is tranquil. Also that the storm will rage long before subsides.
devan-redmerski
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
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