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I've disconnected myself from reality. I'm walking on scarlet skies and these clouds seem to hold me upright. My skins peeling like falling rain. My hands feel fictional because I don't feel the weight of anything. I can see the world decaying from this inverted state.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
Inverted
I've disconnected myself from reality. I'm walking on scarlet skies and these clouds seem to hold me upright. My skins peeling like falling rain. My hands feel fictional because I don't feel the weight of anything. I can see the world decaying from this inverted state.
BaezJo
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
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