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There is no satiation for the man who begs in the train station. He only wanted a short vacation, but now he's high on the medication and has lost his drive to the nation. Now he can't break his fixation on the thing that's the imitation of the joy from liberation that he'll never get from exploitation or the momentarily pleasing sensation. He banks all his accusations on his friends and false information and insists there's no correlation between his health and exultation. Every morning is a new libation. His drug furthers his damnation and says there's no negotiation for he is but a fly to creation. There is no satiation for the man who begs in the train station.
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
Man in the Train Station
There is no satiation for the man who begs in the train station. He only wanted a short vacation, but now he's high on the medication and has lost his drive to the nation. Now he can't break his fixation on the thing that's the imitation of the joy from liberation that he'll never get from exploitation or the momentarily pleasing sensation. He banks all his accusations on his friends and false information and insists there's no correlation between his health and exultation. Every morning is a new libation. His drug furthers his damnation and says there's no negotiation for he is but a fly to creation. There is no satiation for the man who begs in the train station.
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
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