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Such a desolate fate, Driven by insolent oafs, Though I am no better. Incandescent fervor, Merciless minds, Constant remembrance of meticulous void. Mindless opinions, Pungent noise, Ethereal existence, General facade, Contrived smile, -hollowed. Nothing good can grow here now. Empty, ugly fate. Burdened conscious.
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
How I once felt: conscious
Such a desolate fate, Driven by insolent oafs, Though I am no better. Incandescent fervor, Merciless minds, Constant remembrance of meticulous void. Mindless opinions, Pungent noise, Ethereal existence, General facade, Contrived smile, -hollowed. Nothing good can grow here now. Empty, ugly fate. Burdened conscious.
anastasia-m
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
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