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Your constant search, are you not tired? Can't we just try. These little whisps of optimism will sure be my death, these little whisps of optimism, always come to an end. A screeching halt, a sudden turn. To the dark and for the worst.
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
Swiper of sweats
Your constant search, are you not tired? Can't we just try. These little whisps of optimism will sure be my death, these little whisps of optimism, always come to an end. A screeching halt, a sudden turn. To the dark and for the worst.
Meh. Kinda liked the last line.
#life#confused
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
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