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the flow the society's eternal goal mindless show for senses enslavement for soul. splash is all the effort I use it to crush waves all becomes trash when there's no escape. 'sider them mundane you're still on the shelf breaking out a cliché is a cliché in itself. we cannot all disperse we cannot stay in place reclusive - an evil curse society's disgraced. a shame, the river flows. I pledge to crash on banks some will reach the muds and dry most will stay inside better die alone with vows than splash - the river flows.
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Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 4:29 AM UTC
the flow
the flow the society's eternal goal mindless show for senses enslavement for soul. splash is all the effort I use it to crush waves all becomes trash when there's no escape. 'sider them mundane you're still on the shelf breaking out a cliché is a cliché in itself. we cannot all disperse we cannot stay in place reclusive - an evil curse society's disgraced. a shame, the river flows. I pledge to crash on banks some will reach the muds and dry most will stay inside better die alone with vows than splash - the river flows.
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Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 4:29 AM UTC
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