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Apr 2014
my inner world is a soup of words and sounds

images and places float into one-another

ideas **** eachother and give birth to new meaninglessness

i often repeat myself

and thoughts replay perpetually

how do you abstain from thinking?

i'm an idiot

and i feel to much

but i'm lucky i have you now



let's die *******
ninesaturninenights
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ninesaturninenights  Southern coast of Norway
(Southern coast of Norway)   
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