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The noise is crisp The feeling is smooth The air is thin With each breath I take I walk away I stay inside It will begin I lock the door I am trapped It's already here.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
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The noise is crisp The feeling is smooth The air is thin With each breath I take I walk away I stay inside It will begin I lock the door I am trapped It's already here.
andrew-mcarthur
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andrew-mcarthur
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
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