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Dec 2011
I've been sitting this room for hours. Entranced by the sound.
The sound of his voice, his dance, his rhythm. I cant explain it.
I want hours in a room. A room with where time stands still and never speaks a word.
I cant move. I can only be here.
Here where I am. I don't want this to stop.
They should know this feeling. But they wont.
They will never know what this feels like. This ecstasy. Existentialism.
It's here. I know.

You wont break me. This is how it begins.
Camara C
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