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A need for social interaction Can be solved by a simple action and a minor transaction. The sun rises as friends and family become more than a fantasization of the nightly dramatizations. The sun’s rays begin to be covered by moons darkest shadow. As I get closer to the people I hold so dear, the eclipse grows stronger and the image of my reality grows dimmer The small glimmer of a shooting star is all I need to progress my social endeavour, but my stomach begins to simmer. I feel as if today I might get thinner In the shadow of the moon I am met with a lady, a pill, and a bill. I follow the orders of the lady and I feel the warmth of the Son once more. The Moon’s shadow is casted away from a single digestion, as if a sacrifice was made to a higher being to cast away the shadows on a Sunday My social life is based off a refill And if I spill, all I can do is close my eyes and shut the blinds. For away from the light is where I find the most comfort. My brightness dies around the brightest ones in my sky. My constant fight is the one against the darkness between the stars.
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
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A need for social interaction Can be solved by a simple action and a minor transaction. The sun rises as friends and family become more than a fantasization of the nightly dramatizations. The sun’s rays begin to be covered by moons darkest shadow. As I get closer to the people I hold so dear, the eclipse grows stronger and the image of my reality grows dimmer The small glimmer of a shooting star is all I need to progress my social endeavour, but my stomach begins to simmer. I feel as if today I might get thinner In the shadow of the moon I am met with a lady, a pill, and a bill. I follow the orders of the lady and I feel the warmth of the Son once more. The Moon’s shadow is casted away from a single digestion, as if a sacrifice was made to a higher being to cast away the shadows on a Sunday My social life is based off a refill And if I spill, all I can do is close my eyes and shut the blinds. For away from the light is where I find the most comfort. My brightness dies around the brightest ones in my sky. My constant fight is the one against the darkness between the stars.
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Kameronstout12
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
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