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Fading springs, And Crying wolves. I just can’t take this anymore. In. A killing headache. I promise I’ll ruin those shoes. Every last one. Prepackaged talent To amaze your senses. Not so conscious. It’s only a lie, But it’s true. This life; A processed gem. Rejoice in your misery; Is what I’m told.
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Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:39 PM UTC
Morning Mist: I Can Feel
Fading springs, And Crying wolves. I just can’t take this anymore. In. A killing headache. I promise I’ll ruin those shoes. Every last one. Prepackaged talent To amaze your senses. Not so conscious. It’s only a lie, But it’s true. This life; A processed gem. Rejoice in your misery; Is what I’m told.
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Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:39 PM UTC
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