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The world has been shaken and thrown like a snow globe. The glass container contaminated by foggy fingerprints, analyzed by prying eyes. So, it’s easy to believe that this is where we’ll stay. It’s easy to feel trapped when every door is hidden. The only thing left I hope for is that the feeling of finding and keeping a soul that warms you up is real, And not just a story they tell us to make believe that this isn’t all there is.
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Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC
Snow Globe
The world has been shaken and thrown like a snow globe. The glass container contaminated by foggy fingerprints, analyzed by prying eyes. So, it’s easy to believe that this is where we’ll stay. It’s easy to feel trapped when every door is hidden. The only thing left I hope for is that the feeling of finding and keeping a soul that warms you up is real, And not just a story they tell us to make believe that this isn’t all there is.
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27/F/New York
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC
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