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racing through everything that is from your toes to the tingling skin of those finger tips that grip hard ousting your eyes from their sockets before bursting you cut off from the system with electric still running through your veins and the room will spin and the room will spin till what ever was in it is flung out and it will feel like coming back to where you forgot you came from
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May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
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racing through everything that is from your toes to the tingling skin of those finger tips that grip hard ousting your eyes from their sockets before bursting you cut off from the system with electric still running through your veins and the room will spin and the room will spin till what ever was in it is flung out and it will feel like coming back to where you forgot you came from
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May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
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