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A jump start to a starved heart and we're all locked into the grid, we belong and though some long to be their destiny is a lonely place. I face those disapproving looks those look at him looks and at times think life ***** but then they put the implants in and switched on the juice. It's like being in a bowl with a hole drilled into my head I have to tread carefully and watch my Ps and Q's while they abuse me. If I attach the electrodes to the diodes and the cathode tube explodes they'll say I was trying to escape into the series and unlock the grid what they don't know is I did.
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
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A jump start to a starved heart and we're all locked into the grid, we belong and though some long to be their destiny is a lonely place. I face those disapproving looks those look at him looks and at times think life ***** but then they put the implants in and switched on the juice. It's like being in a bowl with a hole drilled into my head I have to tread carefully and watch my Ps and Q's while they abuse me. If I attach the electrodes to the diodes and the cathode tube explodes they'll say I was trying to escape into the series and unlock the grid what they don't know is I did.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
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