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*I find myself questioning what comes after, the eyes roll back and the lids stay closed. I find myself looking for the hereafter tripping over bones. Reflections staring back at my soul, as if there's something wrong. I find myself on the other side, can't seem to coincide with my other life. I divide, multiplying override. Losing track of time, my mind don't seem to mind. This black and white place is missing the grey space, I pace with a ******* face. Stuck in hereafter, I wonder what comes after.*
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
Hereafter
*I find myself questioning what comes after, the eyes roll back and the lids stay closed. I find myself looking for the hereafter tripping over bones. Reflections staring back at my soul, as if there's something wrong. I find myself on the other side, can't seem to coincide with my other life. I divide, multiplying override. Losing track of time, my mind don't seem to mind. This black and white place is missing the grey space, I pace with a ******* face. Stuck in hereafter, I wonder what comes after.*
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
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