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I stare into glass eyes with a saddening lack of depth, we are all contradictions to the idea of a free spirit how are we free without knowing we are yet released from social borders our natural state man made We inhale time not smoke, lines turn night to day stuck with the same kind of people no room to grow instead we bury ourselves underground collapsed.
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
Generational Collapse
I stare into glass eyes with a saddening lack of depth, we are all contradictions to the idea of a free spirit how are we free without knowing we are yet released from social borders our natural state man made We inhale time not smoke, lines turn night to day stuck with the same kind of people no room to grow instead we bury ourselves underground collapsed.
Its been a long time since I wrote so this may not be up to standards
#love#self#depression#life#loss#time#you#me#grow#teenage
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
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