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Meditating under the waterfall the cold feeling thoughts become to clear to question emotion at all. The sun blaze , is beauty to a dumb face,  I'm the known race that's no race,  as the moon rays interpermeates my physical state , I reminisce the days i've gazed into space. Recalling the reoccurrence of the light rays shifting, those with glasses must've missed it. Colors worth the risk.  Concentrate on the 7 frequency rates on the disk.  Close circuit surveillance "Ahchosi....... can you show us your face?   How quaint.  To visit my state and match how my spirit elevates.  I calmly remark " you're late" I'm so out of place. I wish i can be more open but i have to do it all in slow motion. It makes me feel broken. Successfully rehabilitating myself. Now that's what i call help.
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
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Meditating under the waterfall the cold feeling thoughts become to clear to question emotion at all. The sun blaze , is beauty to a dumb face,  I'm the known race that's no race,  as the moon rays interpermeates my physical state , I reminisce the days i've gazed into space. Recalling the reoccurrence of the light rays shifting, those with glasses must've missed it. Colors worth the risk.  Concentrate on the 7 frequency rates on the disk.  Close circuit surveillance "Ahchosi....... can you show us your face?   How quaint.  To visit my state and match how my spirit elevates.  I calmly remark " you're late" I'm so out of place. I wish i can be more open but i have to do it all in slow motion. It makes me feel broken. Successfully rehabilitating myself. Now that's what i call help.
Ahchosi
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
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