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When shapes begin to form, and limbs regain their feeling. When you're conscience of your breath and the thoughts that you are thinking. Before the dreams all fade away, and the harsh light floods your eyes. That moment when you're not quite sure If you truly are alive.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
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When shapes begin to form, and limbs regain their feeling. When you're conscience of your breath and the thoughts that you are thinking. Before the dreams all fade away, and the harsh light floods your eyes. That moment when you're not quite sure If you truly are alive.
jacey-hale
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
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