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Imagination has to patience. I can no longer practice waiting no more procrastinating.. tired of steady craving this passion acting like time is everlasting.. cherishing the moments passing while perishing isn't it ironically tragic?
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
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Imagination has to patience. I can no longer practice waiting no more procrastinating.. tired of steady craving this passion acting like time is everlasting.. cherishing the moments passing while perishing isn't it ironically tragic?
DonAkasha
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
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