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juice box and soda pop and post modern electronic rock and all these various things ringing   through the halls of my dreams where the memories they slip and stack and some come forth and some push back but in the end they'll return for just, one last look and I'll learn about all the things i never knew were part of who i felt was true i'll, fin'lly see for myself all these, thoughts i've left on the shelf like the juice box and soda pop and post modern electronic rock and all these various things ringing   through the halls of my dreams but as nostalgia loses its grip and memories begin to slip back to where they reside buried deep down and inside my mind will refocus on the now and point forward deciding how to carry on with my days find my way through maze after maze and at days end when I lay to rest i almost always feel my best when i return to my mind free to take whatever i find and its only in my dreams i feel that maybe afterall i'm real and descartes would agree if i said i think i was me back to juice box and soda pop juice box and soda pop juice box and soda pop
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Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 3:20 PM UTC
juiceboxandsodapop
juice box and soda pop and post modern electronic rock and all these various things ringing   through the halls of my dreams where the memories they slip and stack and some come forth and some push back but in the end they'll return for just, one last look and I'll learn about all the things i never knew were part of who i felt was true i'll, fin'lly see for myself all these, thoughts i've left on the shelf like the juice box and soda pop and post modern electronic rock and all these various things ringing   through the halls of my dreams but as nostalgia loses its grip and memories begin to slip back to where they reside buried deep down and inside my mind will refocus on the now and point forward deciding how to carry on with my days find my way through maze after maze and at days end when I lay to rest i almost always feel my best when i return to my mind free to take whatever i find and its only in my dreams i feel that maybe afterall i'm real and descartes would agree if i said i think i was me back to juice box and soda pop juice box and soda pop juice box and soda pop
Amir 2010
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amir
American
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 3:20 PM UTC
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