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So frequently do we hear of the intoxicated eyes with nothing behind them. So frequently do they face repudiation from the isolated introvert. They can't see straight they can't think straight they willfully walk the line of self destruction. These eyes swirl around me, and here I stand: confused and fascinated. A brief feeling of at home: surrounded by eyes as empty as mine.
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Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
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So frequently do we hear of the intoxicated eyes with nothing behind them. So frequently do they face repudiation from the isolated introvert. They can't see straight they can't think straight they willfully walk the line of self destruction. These eyes swirl around me, and here I stand: confused and fascinated. A brief feeling of at home: surrounded by eyes as empty as mine.
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Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
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