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My Aura deep the heart of Pandora. thick. shimmering thoughts make me shiver. Pandora. my mind is occupied by irrelevant thoughts; "What time do I need to wake up tomorrow?" but I don't trust my own body this is why I live in sorrow. I created a machine called technology, this was meant to work for me but now... I follow? I deny. The fact that I push my freedom away because I'm too used to following. I deny. to follow the hypocrisy influenced by society when the minority is sober.
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
My Aura
My Aura deep the heart of Pandora. thick. shimmering thoughts make me shiver. Pandora. my mind is occupied by irrelevant thoughts; "What time do I need to wake up tomorrow?" but I don't trust my own body this is why I live in sorrow. I created a machine called technology, this was meant to work for me but now... I follow? I deny. The fact that I push my freedom away because I'm too used to following. I deny. to follow the hypocrisy influenced by society when the minority is sober.
theghostwriter
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
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