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Today, I just want to exist without the burden of a million things plummeting on my shoulders... I think life has driven existence to an airport, I think it told existence to fly away, and now life for living organisms tastes like decay and airplanes feel like a death sentence; not even up above the clouds can you find peace; gunfire and chemicals will still find you even when you are 10 thousand feet in the air... Today, I just want to exist without the burden of fighting for my own survival but how could we possibly think that a ceiling alone could protect us? - Crimsyy
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
Existence
Today, I just want to exist without the burden of a million things plummeting on my shoulders... I think life has driven existence to an airport, I think it told existence to fly away, and now life for living organisms tastes like decay and airplanes feel like a death sentence; not even up above the clouds can you find peace; gunfire and chemicals will still find you even when you are 10 thousand feet in the air... Today, I just want to exist without the burden of fighting for my own survival but how could we possibly think that a ceiling alone could protect us? - Crimsyy
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
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