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my laughing is a sign of panic due to the indigestible actions; the piercing made me ***** slowing down to an interlude; the interest is waiting patiently for you to make your way through. destruction of self is a bar fight: joining in those actions isn't on my schedule this evening, nor shall it be for as long as I can help myself from myself, in the reflections of fear that are so often transparent when I find myself surrounded by those who only wish to forget. the forgetting is what forces me to focus. crowds are a collective of nervousness and a strangely large number of people who refuse to be honest because they're trying to hide the fact that they care about what every set of eyes has to think, and the self-centered inner voice that thinks they actually care about what they themselves are doing, or look like. the sad and beautiful truth is that people are too worried about themselves to think of anyone else.
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 4:30 AM UTC
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my laughing is a sign of panic due to the indigestible actions; the piercing made me ***** slowing down to an interlude; the interest is waiting patiently for you to make your way through. destruction of self is a bar fight: joining in those actions isn't on my schedule this evening, nor shall it be for as long as I can help myself from myself, in the reflections of fear that are so often transparent when I find myself surrounded by those who only wish to forget. the forgetting is what forces me to focus. crowds are a collective of nervousness and a strangely large number of people who refuse to be honest because they're trying to hide the fact that they care about what every set of eyes has to think, and the self-centered inner voice that thinks they actually care about what they themselves are doing, or look like. the sad and beautiful truth is that people are too worried about themselves to think of anyone else.
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 4:30 AM UTC
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