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Its frightening how being alone and being lonely are not the same. A wise Greek spoke of a cave and a fire in the back of our minds with lips pressed to our palms casting shadows of false reality and puppeteers with hidden strings and chains that sit comfortably on scathing skin. We were born in the cave. I've come to realize I am not the same person at three o'five AM and half past eight.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
July 3rd, 1:10am
Its frightening how being alone and being lonely are not the same. A wise Greek spoke of a cave and a fire in the back of our minds with lips pressed to our palms casting shadows of false reality and puppeteers with hidden strings and chains that sit comfortably on scathing skin. We were born in the cave. I've come to realize I am not the same person at three o'five AM and half past eight.
yara
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
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