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It’s in the wind. The only times I ever feel Always coincide with some semblance of a Breakdown Shakedown. I think I’m in shaking in my boots Eventhough it feels like 40 degrees in this shade. Am I supposed to feel comfort in this Desensitized sphere? Cause all I feel is a detachment From you from me From the ground, up. My roots are not existent. All i want to do Is burn the **** out Of my eyes. I’ve had enough of feeling Like I’m walking on air I’ve had enough of feeling Like I always need to breath.
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Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
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It’s in the wind. The only times I ever feel Always coincide with some semblance of a Breakdown Shakedown. I think I’m in shaking in my boots Eventhough it feels like 40 degrees in this shade. Am I supposed to feel comfort in this Desensitized sphere? Cause all I feel is a detachment From you from me From the ground, up. My roots are not existent. All i want to do Is burn the **** out Of my eyes. I’ve had enough of feeling Like I’m walking on air I’ve had enough of feeling Like I always need to breath.
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Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
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