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You've been awake too long Buried in your storys You don't feel good back, black points sprinkle your eyes, the back aches. Your life is dying. You need to live your life Stayed away from reality too long but what about the stories? You can't put them down. They have to be read. You have to stay by their side go through the trouble. Experience the end.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
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You've been awake too long Buried in your storys You don't feel good back, black points sprinkle your eyes, the back aches. Your life is dying. You need to live your life Stayed away from reality too long but what about the stories? You can't put them down. They have to be read. You have to stay by their side go through the trouble. Experience the end.
You know sometimes I lose track. I get swallowed by books but you know that's what I love about them, what creates the magic. I forget my life because for that moment, they, are my life.
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15/F/Germany
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
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