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These wings are clipped from memories past. I was trying to fly, when I should have been swimming. There is no separation between a man and his words. The radios blaring, and the television’s blasting The newscaster reads with such finesse, the weatherman has such flair. This is a show and we’re the audience. To think you weren’t so special after all, One in billions, mommy and daddy’s voices playing inside your head, an oncoming of dread. I've gotta keep running a marathon so they don't catch up with me. Don't Stop. Keep Going. These are the words that want to be said, this is their voice. This is just a guy talking to himself.
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
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These wings are clipped from memories past. I was trying to fly, when I should have been swimming. There is no separation between a man and his words. The radios blaring, and the television’s blasting The newscaster reads with such finesse, the weatherman has such flair. This is a show and we’re the audience. To think you weren’t so special after all, One in billions, mommy and daddy’s voices playing inside your head, an oncoming of dread. I've gotta keep running a marathon so they don't catch up with me. Don't Stop. Keep Going. These are the words that want to be said, this is their voice. This is just a guy talking to himself.
matthew-saliba
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
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