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A day, a day, past. How strongly one’s emotions can affect mentality. The constant reassurance of stability is about as crippling as the entity of emotion itself. How long can one suffer in the ocean of sentiment before they eventually drown? The aspect of progression through the soul is subtle, faint and bleak. Nostalgia disturbs through inducing wistful affection; Upon recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold. Resurrected from the salty chuck. I awoke with the absence of instinctive regret; To think a shadow burdened my day, Until I no longer wished for another.
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
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A day, a day, past. How strongly one’s emotions can affect mentality. The constant reassurance of stability is about as crippling as the entity of emotion itself. How long can one suffer in the ocean of sentiment before they eventually drown? The aspect of progression through the soul is subtle, faint and bleak. Nostalgia disturbs through inducing wistful affection; Upon recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold. Resurrected from the salty chuck. I awoke with the absence of instinctive regret; To think a shadow burdened my day, Until I no longer wished for another.
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
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