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I am stuck in an overture of what it's worth of being sure that the smoked had cleared on headroom left nothing but feared. I am dreading a crossroad path, tell me what good can I get from that? As long as this insecurity subsides I shall tread the least before I tried. I tend to settle with what I felt eased, since the light shown upon me makes it's way east; to abide by my nailed perception of reality thus I have obscured the fact that I wrote such finality.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
The title is optional but the feeling is irrational
I am stuck in an overture of what it's worth of being sure that the smoked had cleared on headroom left nothing but feared. I am dreading a crossroad path, tell me what good can I get from that? As long as this insecurity subsides I shall tread the least before I tried. I tend to settle with what I felt eased, since the light shown upon me makes it's way east; to abide by my nailed perception of reality thus I have obscured the fact that I wrote such finality.
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Jun 15, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
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