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There is a name calling out in the silence of the mind. There is a space where clutter occupies. There is a creation at the end of destruction. There is pain, and love, and pain again. A wheel of self-abuse, the likes of which gets us high in each and every revolution.
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Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
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There is a name calling out in the silence of the mind. There is a space where clutter occupies. There is a creation at the end of destruction. There is pain, and love, and pain again. A wheel of self-abuse, the likes of which gets us high in each and every revolution.
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Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
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