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Dec 2014
I've been thinking that I've been thinking too much.
Took myself back to when I barely knew a thing and found some things.
The smoke like texture of love would soon fill the room and I inhale/exhale.
I look up into the night sky and see something you should be seeing. The significance of 1:09 remains a mystery to me.
Remember that time you
Forgot
It's so simple to Delete.
I was suppose to do this thing but
Ok, I'm going with the flow but I can't swim
The point is
I'm figuring **** out.
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