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In my senses it's all broken Time scatters like shattered glass And every word spoken Is filled with emotion, with wrath The then, the when, the now Time is all that matters I wonder entirely how I'm devoid of life, rather I live in a dazical reality And it's end could be any day But... I honestly cannot see.
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Dazical Reality
In my senses it's all broken Time scatters like shattered glass And every word spoken Is filled with emotion, with wrath The then, the when, the now Time is all that matters I wonder entirely how I'm devoid of life, rather I live in a dazical reality And it's end could be any day But... I honestly cannot see.
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
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