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i fell into freedom my last sickness bled wounded knees are my omen for fearing the regret blindness ensued by the art of decadence lapping my loneliness to heal what must be forgiven suffocate in my web of self care mistaken for truth support but no input secure yet unprotected cut out and crystalized ****** drifters travel free
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Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
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i fell into freedom my last sickness bled wounded knees are my omen for fearing the regret blindness ensued by the art of decadence lapping my loneliness to heal what must be forgiven suffocate in my web of self care mistaken for truth support but no input secure yet unprotected cut out and crystalized ****** drifters travel free
erin-haggerty
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Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
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