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quiets my mind tingling in the cadence of what is or isn't. I know I am borrowing happiness form tomorrow, but to break the cycle would break my mind. The happiest people on the outside are the emptiest within. Treading the line, it matters not whether I make it back. ...................................................................................................................................
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
through the pines
quiets my mind tingling in the cadence of what is or isn't. I know I am borrowing happiness form tomorrow, but to break the cycle would break my mind. The happiest people on the outside are the emptiest within. Treading the line, it matters not whether I make it back. ...................................................................................................................................
edgar-moneypenny
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
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