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Long lines of clouds could be seen under the dense blue where a so-called 'space' is available who wish to explore a new world where humans do not inhabit the mind and take control of your body. how freeing, not even a bird could compare to aimlessly floating around next to the Stars, glimmering in the dark abyss, which I compare to my old planet filled with a dark sense of humor. This foreboding taste of the lost little girl, who is an alien among her own and to the stars. But at least those welcome her with bright grins and burns. Not a sugarcoated tongue who forces its way down your throat. for simply being the Weird one.
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
Space Junk
Long lines of clouds could be seen under the dense blue where a so-called 'space' is available who wish to explore a new world where humans do not inhabit the mind and take control of your body. how freeing, not even a bird could compare to aimlessly floating around next to the Stars, glimmering in the dark abyss, which I compare to my old planet filled with a dark sense of humor. This foreboding taste of the lost little girl, who is an alien among her own and to the stars. But at least those welcome her with bright grins and burns. Not a sugarcoated tongue who forces its way down your throat. for simply being the Weird one.
Ms-Chipp
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
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