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Lunacy is freedom. Solo, burnt, boundlessness. Run crazy, run far away and don’t look back or their claws will sink right through and capture you. Cry crazy, cry louder and harder so that you pierce their ears with the sound of your soul. And laugh crazy, ******* laugh at their frozen, populated boundaries. Run lunatic, Cry lunatic, Laugh lunatic, Run, Cry, and Laugh crazy, because where you’re free they’re not.
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Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 5:45 PM UTC
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Lunacy is freedom. Solo, burnt, boundlessness. Run crazy, run far away and don’t look back or their claws will sink right through and capture you. Cry crazy, cry louder and harder so that you pierce their ears with the sound of your soul. And laugh crazy, ******* laugh at their frozen, populated boundaries. Run lunatic, Cry lunatic, Laugh lunatic, Run, Cry, and Laugh crazy, because where you’re free they’re not.
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Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 5:45 PM UTC
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