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Jul 2013
As the lights slowly fades, we are left alone. We are left with nothing, no one but the voices that sound too close to be real, too loud to be understood. Though every detail is suddenly and oddly crisp, there is still no way of telling what lurks in this grey and black and white world. Only the shadows come out to play, smiling at you as you stumble past, obscuring whether they are friend or foe, making themselves deceiteful mysteries. The light continues to fade, as does your hopes for truth and clarity.
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Acting Naturally
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   --- and Kailee Sometimes
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