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Time spent compounding knowledge from a foreign origin “Be hold”, he chants A figure of which she can’t see Like a cold breeze on his forearms she looks anaesthetically into space With drums beating in her chest, She leaves his side desolate Following the commands from a different plane His reality unfolds layers stepping out of the truth Dillusion saturates all that makes sense His thoughts are overflowing with treasured momens left behind He finds peace at the feet of his giant All sense is lost
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Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC
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Time spent compounding knowledge from a foreign origin “Be hold”, he chants A figure of which she can’t see Like a cold breeze on his forearms she looks anaesthetically into space With drums beating in her chest, She leaves his side desolate Following the commands from a different plane His reality unfolds layers stepping out of the truth Dillusion saturates all that makes sense His thoughts are overflowing with treasured momens left behind He finds peace at the feet of his giant All sense is lost
Sometimes when people disapprove of your thought process it leaves you in doubt of more than just your current situation
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Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC
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