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There's a voice I long to hear. I want to be able to soak up its words like some photosynthetic freak of nature. But I'm sitting at the back of this bus. And all I can see is... Awaken from a glimpse of something horrific. Something that I can't yet understand. Perhaps too soon. Perhaps too late... For now, I try to make sense of the tangled mess of highway perpetually stuck in rush hour inside my head. So I speed on towards the intersection still terrified still helpless still towards you
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Lakeshore: Part Two
There's a voice I long to hear. I want to be able to soak up its words like some photosynthetic freak of nature. But I'm sitting at the back of this bus. And all I can see is... Awaken from a glimpse of something horrific. Something that I can't yet understand. Perhaps too soon. Perhaps too late... For now, I try to make sense of the tangled mess of highway perpetually stuck in rush hour inside my head. So I speed on towards the intersection still terrified still helpless still towards you
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
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