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Just shallow, raspy breaths in this hollow paradise, and nothing that inspires me to open my eyes. The barren ground gives me no reason to rise, and I touch nothing that satisfies. The shoes that hurt and clamp on my feet, painful, black leather's the only thing I meet. Smiling every day is such a great feat, sad words in thousands of ink-stained sheets. Uncountable, the laughs. Unforgettable, the scowls. Undeniable, the acts. Undetectable, the frowns.
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
Is This Really Paradise?
Just shallow, raspy breaths in this hollow paradise, and nothing that inspires me to open my eyes. The barren ground gives me no reason to rise, and I touch nothing that satisfies. The shoes that hurt and clamp on my feet, painful, black leather's the only thing I meet. Smiling every day is such a great feat, sad words in thousands of ink-stained sheets. Uncountable, the laughs. Unforgettable, the scowls. Undeniable, the acts. Undetectable, the frowns.
akosizai
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
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