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Mar 26
Win
Plotting everyday

Only thing keeping me sane.
You're not real.
My thoughts are somewhat real.
Consciousness is an illusion.
I melt into the infinite.
My dreams are uncertain.
Pacing the escalator to heaven.
Pierced by apathy.
Armed with anger.
Dripping with malice.
I'll find a way.
Losing it all
Means I win.
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
(30/M/Socal)   
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   Richard Shepherd
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