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When they encroach upon my silence with empty , directional eyes. Black circles signifiying our similarities.. How can you dismiss the death of dreams... Reality is unkind to us. We just pretend life is legit.

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sycokitten

American

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Written by

sycokitten

American

Published

Jun 20, 2018

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