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I move my eyes left to right and if someone from afar saw me well they wouldnt know they would think maybe, had they seen me up close, that this diversion was, as some corruptions can be, containing two sides like i had a book or piece of fuzz i was following with my eyes a smooth transition but the dismal certainty says otherwise that this split noticing is involuntary movement from one part of me to the other from one decision to the opposing from one yes scaling to no and vice versa a sort of cyclonic woe
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
cyclonic woe
I move my eyes left to right and if someone from afar saw me well they wouldnt know they would think maybe, had they seen me up close, that this diversion was, as some corruptions can be, containing two sides like i had a book or piece of fuzz i was following with my eyes a smooth transition but the dismal certainty says otherwise that this split noticing is involuntary movement from one part of me to the other from one decision to the opposing from one yes scaling to no and vice versa a sort of cyclonic woe
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
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