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The mirroring we do. The projection we play. Will all come back to haunt us. Somewhere, Somehow, Someday.
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
Ghosts
The mirroring we do. The projection we play. Will all come back to haunt us. Somewhere, Somehow, Someday.
Whatever we put out in the world will come back hurling at us.
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
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