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Crossed country with the reasons there was the level of identification with the fracture and held tight by the shirt, the mind with the mangled heart screaming "I created it!" "Its mine!" The glass half empty told by gods a little more established therein The glass half empty is pragmatism so the god transformed With the swirling & The swirling How does joy become old But fear becomes brand new once administered So the god transformed The staples flung out the mangled heart Thin iron twisted, getting lost in soot by corners of rooms with hardwood floors And it screamed "I created it!" "I'm ******* freed of it!"
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
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Crossed country with the reasons there was the level of identification with the fracture and held tight by the shirt, the mind with the mangled heart screaming "I created it!" "Its mine!" The glass half empty told by gods a little more established therein The glass half empty is pragmatism so the god transformed With the swirling & The swirling How does joy become old But fear becomes brand new once administered So the god transformed The staples flung out the mangled heart Thin iron twisted, getting lost in soot by corners of rooms with hardwood floors And it screamed "I created it!" "I'm ******* freed of it!"
#freedom#life#awake
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Oct 18, 2015
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