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we are descending into an era where we can ever see the truth again. we are immersing in a pool of black ink and cold sharp pain all over again blinding us. we are serenely killing ourselves drowning inside with no oxygen to breath, to take in we are decelerating and the illusions won't stop the fear won't disappear and death is the sound we'll never hear.
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Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
deceleration
we are descending into an era where we can ever see the truth again. we are immersing in a pool of black ink and cold sharp pain all over again blinding us. we are serenely killing ourselves drowning inside with no oxygen to breath, to take in we are decelerating and the illusions won't stop the fear won't disappear and death is the sound we'll never hear.
idk, trump won :(
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Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
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