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Physical exertion, that exhaustive feeling, pushing this broken body to its limits. This is true freedom, for a moment all of the clutter unifies to defy annihilation The whirlwinds of thought, ignite into a ferocious storm of gestalt intellect, racing to the end Alas, the only goal on this horizon is a graveyard of discarded memories, each step further until, all is forgotten
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
A Race for Self
Physical exertion, that exhaustive feeling, pushing this broken body to its limits. This is true freedom, for a moment all of the clutter unifies to defy annihilation The whirlwinds of thought, ignite into a ferocious storm of gestalt intellect, racing to the end Alas, the only goal on this horizon is a graveyard of discarded memories, each step further until, all is forgotten
devin-ortiz
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
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