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A beckoning of quietness and solitude, Indeed. It's so silent in here, goodbye to a tune that no longer plays, and welcome to a mind with space for renovation. Sobriety and lucidity in a trashed city, no more looking for assurance in a distant world. Feelings of happiness pervade the feelings of Guilt, as if life isn't meant to be like this. I guess it takes a while to learn, no more, time to get a move on.
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
No More.
A beckoning of quietness and solitude, Indeed. It's so silent in here, goodbye to a tune that no longer plays, and welcome to a mind with space for renovation. Sobriety and lucidity in a trashed city, no more looking for assurance in a distant world. Feelings of happiness pervade the feelings of Guilt, as if life isn't meant to be like this. I guess it takes a while to learn, no more, time to get a move on.
matthew-saliba
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
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