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Perhaps all I can ask is that I carve a path back to my apathy although my atrophy's divorce detracts from me as my degrade is happening and the capacity for happiness everlastingly lacking. What is belief but misguided and more patiently practiced blasphemy? Yet here I am left with hands half grabbing, for words gasping, I am practically asking. Abandoned with no hopes left intact, momentum caught in trappings, vices snapping, I prolong a pain, adapting and what sort of self congratulatory act is that, exactly?
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
Apathy Adapted
Perhaps all I can ask is that I carve a path back to my apathy although my atrophy's divorce detracts from me as my degrade is happening and the capacity for happiness everlastingly lacking. What is belief but misguided and more patiently practiced blasphemy? Yet here I am left with hands half grabbing, for words gasping, I am practically asking. Abandoned with no hopes left intact, momentum caught in trappings, vices snapping, I prolong a pain, adapting and what sort of self congratulatory act is that, exactly?
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
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