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Underneath the noise, a place of peace and disorientation. No toys to cling to or identify us. A reality of nothing; not even words to define the emptiness. Feeling relief from the lack of badness, but rallying against the lack of goodness. Who’d have thought just being would be so hard.
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
Being
Underneath the noise, a place of peace and disorientation. No toys to cling to or identify us. A reality of nothing; not even words to define the emptiness. Feeling relief from the lack of badness, but rallying against the lack of goodness. Who’d have thought just being would be so hard.
liz-o
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
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