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A black and white chess board with only two pieces left fighting. This is where I go, when I go. A transparent room with a transparent view of the earth from above its crusty surface. This is where I go, when I go. A yellow cafè where it's always midday and the people serve heart pastries for breakfast. This is where I go, when I go. Somewhere that let's me think from an outsiders perspective. Somewhere I don't have to live. This is where I go, when I go. Somewhere you don't exist, where nobody exists, where existence isn't a generalised thing. This is where I go, when I go. Someplace far away.
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
Where I go, when I go
A black and white chess board with only two pieces left fighting. This is where I go, when I go. A transparent room with a transparent view of the earth from above its crusty surface. This is where I go, when I go. A yellow cafè where it's always midday and the people serve heart pastries for breakfast. This is where I go, when I go. Somewhere that let's me think from an outsiders perspective. Somewhere I don't have to live. This is where I go, when I go. Somewhere you don't exist, where nobody exists, where existence isn't a generalised thing. This is where I go, when I go. Someplace far away.
When I zone out.
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
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