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It's late.                    /awake              unbroken Moebius, (of "look what you did)      "look what you said")   hated)hated)hated)                    i remember carrying on like nothing was   wrong   with me.                                                                     they wouldn't meet                    my eyes./                                          I am                                                             being                                                                               carried                                                                                                        away—                                                               to that terrible world of my thoughts , alone;                                                                                           if i can survive this circumspection,/evade reaching tendrils                                                                         I may fade                                                                                                         into black—
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
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It's late.                    /awake              unbroken Moebius, (of "look what you did)      "look what you said")   hated)hated)hated)                    i remember carrying on like nothing was   wrong   with me.                                                                     they wouldn't meet                    my eyes./                                          I am                                                             being                                                                               carried                                                                                                        away—                                                               to that terrible world of my thoughts , alone;                                                                                           if i can survive this circumspection,/evade reaching tendrils                                                                         I may fade                                                                                                         into black—
AnushaDixit
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
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