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Life when we first arrive... With no memory of our lies... Humans running in a constant loop. Subjectivity, granted as the dauntless. Circular statures of reason they're quite comedic, these predicaments involve dancing with the seasons. Constantly UNintrested. Things are easily forgotten I am the ONLY one who has witnessed the problem? If you're amazed by THAT colorful imagery well your life is too simple to me.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
I'm Friends With Too Many Fallen Angels
Life when we first arrive... With no memory of our lies... Humans running in a constant loop. Subjectivity, granted as the dauntless. Circular statures of reason they're quite comedic, these predicaments involve dancing with the seasons. Constantly UNintrested. Things are easily forgotten I am the ONLY one who has witnessed the problem? If you're amazed by THAT colorful imagery well your life is too simple to me.
Ahchosi
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
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