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*These thoughts consume me, Like the moon, swallowed up by clouds - I think of nothing else. It is the greatest deceit when we compel ourselves, us pretenders, we smile; start forgetting it's all an act we've mastered the art of distraction.*
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
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*These thoughts consume me, Like the moon, swallowed up by clouds - I think of nothing else. It is the greatest deceit when we compel ourselves, us pretenders, we smile; start forgetting it's all an act we've mastered the art of distraction.*
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
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