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it's quite akin to anxiety the product of crude society bastardized, perverted piety leaves you useless, sitting quietly Be judged for inefficiency contradicting proficiency pesters the mind malignantly wasting time, effortlessly The emptiness, magnanimous to further destruction and not less travels fast, as if poisonous rules the mind with an iron fist just goes to show that motive must be forever be promoted if a day comes full and bloated of nothingness, its hopeless For here exists no escape no medics to resuscitate beware its woeful, siren way when trapped, you surely dead, will lay
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
utter boredom
it's quite akin to anxiety the product of crude society bastardized, perverted piety leaves you useless, sitting quietly Be judged for inefficiency contradicting proficiency pesters the mind malignantly wasting time, effortlessly The emptiness, magnanimous to further destruction and not less travels fast, as if poisonous rules the mind with an iron fist just goes to show that motive must be forever be promoted if a day comes full and bloated of nothingness, its hopeless For here exists no escape no medics to resuscitate beware its woeful, siren way when trapped, you surely dead, will lay
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23/M/Atlanta
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
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