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hyperactive minds, autistic souls; hefty thoughts, whispering shouts. sitting under the face of god forcing me to bow lower than my red sleeves. feeling relentless and reckless at the same time, my answer to everything will be "i'm fine". cure? cure for having a realistic philosophy? oh, dear. i am a lost case.
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
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hyperactive minds, autistic souls; hefty thoughts, whispering shouts. sitting under the face of god forcing me to bow lower than my red sleeves. feeling relentless and reckless at the same time, my answer to everything will be "i'm fine". cure? cure for having a realistic philosophy? oh, dear. i am a lost case.
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
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