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Forever waiting for my decrepit friend with my heart nailing my spine to the earth. I need this Cimmerian Shade to remind me that this isn't how things determinedly end. ...and I read the news and still feel uncomfortably serene, despite the dead heroes and all the entitled people. There's no luck anymore, just a fistful of my abysmal choices, and I'm kidding myself if I think I haven't always been the antagonist of this epic journey. ...and all I challenge you is to come over and waste some life with me and to blindfold me from your behavior like a child that's convinced of unicorns. ...and my cheeks smolder with my incinerating charcoal soul. I suffer as I admit my desires and my charcoal soul will continue blistering until its substance is melted and twisted like wax. ...and I was captured in a landslide that only I can palpate, curious as why nothing has seen me being removed ever so slowly, like it's my undying fate. I'm summoning everybody I know and everybody I don't, to the races to see how fast I can run with my wounded spirit. Place your bets. Beat the odds. Get lucky
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
The Races
Forever waiting for my decrepit friend with my heart nailing my spine to the earth. I need this Cimmerian Shade to remind me that this isn't how things determinedly end. ...and I read the news and still feel uncomfortably serene, despite the dead heroes and all the entitled people. There's no luck anymore, just a fistful of my abysmal choices, and I'm kidding myself if I think I haven't always been the antagonist of this epic journey. ...and all I challenge you is to come over and waste some life with me and to blindfold me from your behavior like a child that's convinced of unicorns. ...and my cheeks smolder with my incinerating charcoal soul. I suffer as I admit my desires and my charcoal soul will continue blistering until its substance is melted and twisted like wax. ...and I was captured in a landslide that only I can palpate, curious as why nothing has seen me being removed ever so slowly, like it's my undying fate. I'm summoning everybody I know and everybody I don't, to the races to see how fast I can run with my wounded spirit. Place your bets. Beat the odds. Get lucky
peyton-leigh-stille
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
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