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Blue wind encapsulates in the midst of this ephemeral autumn madness, and my hands shake as I try to forget. I am just a human, small and faulted, trying like hell to squelch the siren songs of these maniac thoughts buzzing like bees through the empty spaces within my skull. I am just a silent body and grey matter processing words and colors that feel truer than any cheap emotions. Cold light illuminates and sparks nostalgia and I am just two eyes retreating into the mist.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
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Blue wind encapsulates in the midst of this ephemeral autumn madness, and my hands shake as I try to forget. I am just a human, small and faulted, trying like hell to squelch the siren songs of these maniac thoughts buzzing like bees through the empty spaces within my skull. I am just a silent body and grey matter processing words and colors that feel truer than any cheap emotions. Cold light illuminates and sparks nostalgia and I am just two eyes retreating into the mist.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
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