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The possibilities, the chances, the causes. The results Forever rounded in time The course No straight path, revisit the past, And that is the feeling. When catching a glimpse of intensity. When sights bridge during a seconds split. And then lost. Led by a mindless state. Into the depths of the mind's abyss There is no light. Sight. Lost. Intertwining grips. Proceed. Take those lost with us. Lead. Bur round and round to nature's end. The self, of yours Is where this loop ends. Endless.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
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The possibilities, the chances, the causes. The results Forever rounded in time The course No straight path, revisit the past, And that is the feeling. When catching a glimpse of intensity. When sights bridge during a seconds split. And then lost. Led by a mindless state. Into the depths of the mind's abyss There is no light. Sight. Lost. Intertwining grips. Proceed. Take those lost with us. Lead. Bur round and round to nature's end. The self, of yours Is where this loop ends. Endless.
Ikenvay
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
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