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Stagnant for almost ages, a shift in the universe creating cracks at the core. It's just change they say, progress feeding life until it's bloated and now it's heavy. Why ruin a good thing? A journey they say, forgetting to mention the skepticism & uncertainty in between, the back and forth. Left right, left right. It's not comfortable, there was a home. A beacon of safety when entering the door, laying in a bed surrounded by the diffused atmosphere of who you once were and now. Why ruin a good thing? Now it's time to find an opening inside uncomfort, where you might fit best so that you're warm every night.
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
Pt. 1
Stagnant for almost ages, a shift in the universe creating cracks at the core. It's just change they say, progress feeding life until it's bloated and now it's heavy. Why ruin a good thing? A journey they say, forgetting to mention the skepticism & uncertainty in between, the back and forth. Left right, left right. It's not comfortable, there was a home. A beacon of safety when entering the door, laying in a bed surrounded by the diffused atmosphere of who you once were and now. Why ruin a good thing? Now it's time to find an opening inside uncomfort, where you might fit best so that you're warm every night.
thanda
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South Africa.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
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