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“My sailboat is out here, in the desert,” a ruddy arm’s line leads to a ***** fingernail “the beach was over here.” It all used to make sense to me once. There are stains in the carpet, but I can’t remember the story behind them. “Oh!” a half full glass tilts, breaks. there are reasons to believe in the tedium. The water crawled forward, back, and never again. I was doubting it all down the line. They rationed joy and I felt my feet as they dried. If my life was trying to get from one place to another, it would be like this. I’m doubting it all down the line. It’s a hard place to be.
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Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
Nomad
“My sailboat is out here, in the desert,” a ruddy arm’s line leads to a ***** fingernail “the beach was over here.” It all used to make sense to me once. There are stains in the carpet, but I can’t remember the story behind them. “Oh!” a half full glass tilts, breaks. there are reasons to believe in the tedium. The water crawled forward, back, and never again. I was doubting it all down the line. They rationed joy and I felt my feet as they dried. If my life was trying to get from one place to another, it would be like this. I’m doubting it all down the line. It’s a hard place to be.
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19/F/USA
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
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