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Alright. So it isn't normal. Oppression floats though my night. It soars through my days. Nothing normal about it. Oppressed always. This isn't about anyone but me. It's an imbalance. Most certainly. Mellow, constant. Enthused, no. Thoughts always seem a little bent.
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Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC
Day 1
Alright. So it isn't normal. Oppression floats though my night. It soars through my days. Nothing normal about it. Oppressed always. This isn't about anyone but me. It's an imbalance. Most certainly. Mellow, constant. Enthused, no. Thoughts always seem a little bent.
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Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC
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