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I'm tripping over the cracks of this foundation My motivation is waning I'm floating soaking in anxiety Am I lucid dreaming? My shoulder blades buried in concrete My hands Are they free? Grab ahold of this heartbeat it's tumbling down the corridors of my mind
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
Lucid Dreaming
I'm tripping over the cracks of this foundation My motivation is waning I'm floating soaking in anxiety Am I lucid dreaming? My shoulder blades buried in concrete My hands Are they free? Grab ahold of this heartbeat it's tumbling down the corridors of my mind
emmy
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
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