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The days that fear is harbored at the foggy parts of our minds sets sail toward happiness and fear drops its anchor in our minds. Corrupted. Tear ducts wanting to burst. Lungs trying to grip every bit of air. Pulling us down to test our weaknesses but we will free our minds, from the chain and leave the anchor to rust at the back of our minds.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
When blood hits oxygen
The days that fear is harbored at the foggy parts of our minds sets sail toward happiness and fear drops its anchor in our minds. Corrupted. Tear ducts wanting to burst. Lungs trying to grip every bit of air. Pulling us down to test our weaknesses but we will free our minds, from the chain and leave the anchor to rust at the back of our minds.
jocie
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
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