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Mar 2016
Imagine reading your favourite book backwards and upside down.
Hearing your favourite song sung by your least favourite artist.
Your least favourite sound turned into an intrusive thought.
Getting tested on knowledge you've never seen before.

Imagine the frustration.

Imagine nails on a chalkboard. Now imagine they're yours.
Someone you love telling you they hate you.
Someone you hate telling you they love you.
Constantly smelling smoke but never seeing fire.

Imagine the frustration.

Now imagine losing your own ****** game.
Hold your breath my dear, we're going under...
W Winchester
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W Winchester  Elysium
(Elysium)   
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     Rapunzoll and NV
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