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These hollow eyes tell a different tale of a darker more nefariously slanted reality that nobody understands but you. How it was this- then that and then that and that then finally what its become. A charade orchestrated by synapse and fear as well as a lack of experiential experience that I  followed earnestly with my heart. The unbearable weight of truth weakens resolve bending intentions like magic bends the mind until all energy flows away from the source. The bridge now rests in water with eddy's creating and dissipating where the metal meets the cool cool water. No longer can the other side be reached looks like we'll camp here for the night they'll be no crossing the divide today.
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Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 3:10 AM UTC
Sunday 4:41 AM (The Divide)
These hollow eyes tell a different tale of a darker more nefariously slanted reality that nobody understands but you. How it was this- then that and then that and that then finally what its become. A charade orchestrated by synapse and fear as well as a lack of experiential experience that I  followed earnestly with my heart. The unbearable weight of truth weakens resolve bending intentions like magic bends the mind until all energy flows away from the source. The bridge now rests in water with eddy's creating and dissipating where the metal meets the cool cool water. No longer can the other side be reached looks like we'll camp here for the night they'll be no crossing the divide today.
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Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 3:10 AM UTC
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