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My mind is evaporating, an ego going up in steam leaving a fragmented self, simple and defined. Sensory organs play an electrical melody, as electrons haphazardly dance across my skin. Thoughts bustling through neurons turns my mind to static.

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Apr 17, 2016

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Tags: #senses #life #thoughts #identity #ephemeral

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