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Sitting on the dining table resting my head on my cold hands listening to the bantering voices and the soap opera on the screen how ironic it seems to look at something ordinary being glamorized by lights , costumes, scripts and actors the reflection of the scene taking over my vision of what is in front of me is this really reality?
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
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Sitting on the dining table resting my head on my cold hands listening to the bantering voices and the soap opera on the screen how ironic it seems to look at something ordinary being glamorized by lights , costumes, scripts and actors the reflection of the scene taking over my vision of what is in front of me is this really reality?
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
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