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Breathe in loads of innumerable blades of memory erasers. Ah, the feeling of being lost within your own thought. Wishing for just a brief break— from time and its fast pace (or if possible, let it stop. Let the world stop). There are familiar places you can’t get used to and sometimes it will all just fade with experience, lessons, and your most beautiful mistake.
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
A Rest for Melancholics
Breathe in loads of innumerable blades of memory erasers. Ah, the feeling of being lost within your own thought. Wishing for just a brief break— from time and its fast pace (or if possible, let it stop. Let the world stop). There are familiar places you can’t get used to and sometimes it will all just fade with experience, lessons, and your most beautiful mistake.
well-rolled joint.
tarma-de
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
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