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Nameless, near dead. Aimless. In the stead of a key to a kingdom, I believe I received the hand me down mess of a life before my own. How do I live? Carpet to back, eyes cast at the ceiling, desperately loosing my dreams and my feelings in tears? Drawing stick figure pictures in the sands of my past, alive, if not wealthy or well, I'm still not sure what to tell you when you ask how to survive.
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
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Nameless, near dead. Aimless. In the stead of a key to a kingdom, I believe I received the hand me down mess of a life before my own. How do I live? Carpet to back, eyes cast at the ceiling, desperately loosing my dreams and my feelings in tears? Drawing stick figure pictures in the sands of my past, alive, if not wealthy or well, I'm still not sure what to tell you when you ask how to survive.
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
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