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Aug 2014
The clock ticks even faster when I'm stuck in my own state of mind, confused in a maze of our memories. Our memories kind of follow me to every rake in my conscience. Crashing into all the walls I built. I can't get you out of my head but I'll try meditation instead. I think of the sea, and try to feel the sound of the wind. This is getting me no where, but I feel like that's a place where I'd want to be. -a.s
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