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When memories fade into the darkness, the one that sits at the edge of your eyeballs, and clearness becomes the most filled with unclarity you are not allowed to remember because your foggy, mushy brain is stuck on REPEAT And the checkups, tuneups, improvements and replacements of your daily life only lead you to be irreparably shattered The measly repair is only a grim patched quilt of an unlucky (and unloved) being To ease the muddy water that keeps you stuck you must LISTEN TO SEE (That touching is feeding and you need to be full.) Do not listen to the useless urges that may be thrown your way by the trickster in your hair He is only there to make you worse
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
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When memories fade into the darkness, the one that sits at the edge of your eyeballs, and clearness becomes the most filled with unclarity you are not allowed to remember because your foggy, mushy brain is stuck on REPEAT And the checkups, tuneups, improvements and replacements of your daily life only lead you to be irreparably shattered The measly repair is only a grim patched quilt of an unlucky (and unloved) being To ease the muddy water that keeps you stuck you must LISTEN TO SEE (That touching is feeding and you need to be full.) Do not listen to the useless urges that may be thrown your way by the trickster in your hair He is only there to make you worse
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
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