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oppressive season causes a struggle to breathe unseen pressures mount without count as prophetic undertones threaten mankind – I try to unwind with Kind I grew myself but the smokey flavor offers no solace placing my weary head into my earth-stained hands and any attempt at plan formulation is met with only the recognition that the tears falling from my cheek to the dusty ground are not only soundless, but barely alter the brown hue – Not often am I left uncertain of what to do Normally I tighten boot straps and **** in the gut pick myself up and continue the fight… today tiredness overtakes me, breaking my spirit and filling me with fear unable to steer clear the queer feeling takes my complete focus So long since I gave my laurals some work too much time has passed for me to go all conscientious objector the debt collector knocks incessantly     the phone has not been quiet for days          grinding gears and twisting metal                fill my ears……..                   and the sirens…….                              the sirens………                                       the sirens………
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
doom on the horizen
oppressive season causes a struggle to breathe unseen pressures mount without count as prophetic undertones threaten mankind – I try to unwind with Kind I grew myself but the smokey flavor offers no solace placing my weary head into my earth-stained hands and any attempt at plan formulation is met with only the recognition that the tears falling from my cheek to the dusty ground are not only soundless, but barely alter the brown hue – Not often am I left uncertain of what to do Normally I tighten boot straps and **** in the gut pick myself up and continue the fight… today tiredness overtakes me, breaking my spirit and filling me with fear unable to steer clear the queer feeling takes my complete focus So long since I gave my laurals some work too much time has passed for me to go all conscientious objector the debt collector knocks incessantly     the phone has not been quiet for days          grinding gears and twisting metal                fill my ears……..                   and the sirens…….                              the sirens………                                       the sirens………
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
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