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Nov 2015
It’s like running on empty with out any preexisting gas.
It’s like being trapped in a room painted with the side effects of your self medicated mind.
A room filled with mirrors, ones true hell.
In its simplest form it’s anarchy.
Anarchy of everything you’ve ever prided yourself to be.
All thought process simplified to one state of confusion and no direction or anything to grasp, even if it meant solid ground.
Fear is the human condition that lies in the mirrors.
- Jack J. Grey
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