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I can't speak; the silence in my head is so much louder than the serotonin rumble-bust. in my quest to escape me, I found a miserable block of ice buried under my name. am I a 20 year old walking tombstone? will I ever be alive again? the tent rustles as the THC buries my lungs. either way, soon I will be dead or alive. patience is a virtue. woah is me.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
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I can't speak; the silence in my head is so much louder than the serotonin rumble-bust. in my quest to escape me, I found a miserable block of ice buried under my name. am I a 20 year old walking tombstone? will I ever be alive again? the tent rustles as the THC buries my lungs. either way, soon I will be dead or alive. patience is a virtue. woah is me.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
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