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Jul 2013
You ever just get so angry
that tears fill your eyes and tomorrow seems so far away that you sink


to the bottom of a well of being un well.

Drowning and people are just showing you pictures of air as if to offer some comfort. One day I'd like to not know what I am talking about.

Maybe the knowledge of life isn't meant to breathe air into our souls but to slowly take it away.
Socally Picter
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Socally Picter  Stay Where you are.
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