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on autopilot all day then the moment the sun goes down the lights go off the eyelids shut the pilot finally takes control and starts a long, vicious nosedive into the icy cold ocean of thoughts
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Brain throb
on autopilot all day then the moment the sun goes down the lights go off the eyelids shut the pilot finally takes control and starts a long, vicious nosedive into the icy cold ocean of thoughts
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
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