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In the throes In those transposed In my mind through the murky Stolen waters of thoughts Blurted out, Probably obscene Cut. The director yells Who is the director of my life?
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
In the throes
In the throes In those transposed In my mind through the murky Stolen waters of thoughts Blurted out, Probably obscene Cut. The director yells Who is the director of my life?
It doesn't feel like me anymore. ©
#life#thoughts#water#direct
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Mysocalledlifesequence
23/F/Phoenix, Arizona
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
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