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Barely a person A person with no identity Identity of a white room Room is full Full of bottled up energy Energy to see something Something we’d become Become infinite Infinite of attached identity Identity of one One One leaves Leaves and never comes back Back to the start Start of having no identity Identity of a white room Room is full Full of pain.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC
a journey
Barely a person A person with no identity Identity of a white room Room is full Full of bottled up energy Energy to see something Something we’d become Become infinite Infinite of attached identity Identity of one One One leaves Leaves and never comes back Back to the start Start of having no identity Identity of a white room Room is full Full of pain.
September 17, 2018 Cecelia C. -cc
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC
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