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Stare at a television for too long, and you're sure to find it becomes a difficult task... training your eyes to adjust to reality. This crisp world morphs into a mirage, seen through the revolver of a machine gun infinitely strobing between what is and should. Like a child trying to blink back tears that seem more like a tsunami. The **** finally cracks. Reminiscent of those summer days spent at the pool, staring at the world through a rippling glass wall. I've always been interested in new perspectives.
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Perspectives
Stare at a television for too long, and you're sure to find it becomes a difficult task... training your eyes to adjust to reality. This crisp world morphs into a mirage, seen through the revolver of a machine gun infinitely strobing between what is and should. Like a child trying to blink back tears that seem more like a tsunami. The **** finally cracks. Reminiscent of those summer days spent at the pool, staring at the world through a rippling glass wall. I've always been interested in new perspectives.
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
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