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the waking hours can be chaotic, like being in the eye of the storm I see the destruction around me, hear the deafening sounds of the winds, and i'm not sure which way to go, if I was to run away but after it dissipates, the days return to a peaceful, harmonious state and nights with her are calm and tranquil
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Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
Equilibrium
the waking hours can be chaotic, like being in the eye of the storm I see the destruction around me, hear the deafening sounds of the winds, and i'm not sure which way to go, if I was to run away but after it dissipates, the days return to a peaceful, harmonious state and nights with her are calm and tranquil
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25/F/West Virginia
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
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