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theres distance distortion and I cant get my thoughts in order thats comfort, mind contortion sort of boredom as I saway my head the music picks it uup and up and dow and up my arms a-reachin for the keys and speak easy through my fingers typing slowly nice typeface in line with my mind that races ah snails pace how can confusion be a crime whn all there is is wasted time
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May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
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theres distance distortion and I cant get my thoughts in order thats comfort, mind contortion sort of boredom as I saway my head the music picks it uup and up and dow and up my arms a-reachin for the keys and speak easy through my fingers typing slowly nice typeface in line with my mind that races ah snails pace how can confusion be a crime whn all there is is wasted time
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May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
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