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the walls are the same. not much has altered since the clock struck twelve. alone in bed, watching a display of fireworks serve as the baton to usher in another year in a new garb, custom made for the most part. long-forgotten adrenaline reminds me of all those things taken for granted the previous year. lists and resolutions eat away at the corners of my mind; a tab that stands unaccounted for.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
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the walls are the same. not much has altered since the clock struck twelve. alone in bed, watching a display of fireworks serve as the baton to usher in another year in a new garb, custom made for the most part. long-forgotten adrenaline reminds me of all those things taken for granted the previous year. lists and resolutions eat away at the corners of my mind; a tab that stands unaccounted for.
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shloka-shankar
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
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