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Constrained, I feel Insane, everything in Vain, my mind being Trained, just want to escape the Pain. The riplets of Time, an everflowing Game, nothing different, always the Same, a constant repetition, Sweet Nothing is her Name.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
Constrained
Constrained, I feel Insane, everything in Vain, my mind being Trained, just want to escape the Pain. The riplets of Time, an everflowing Game, nothing different, always the Same, a constant repetition, Sweet Nothing is her Name.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
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