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It is a feeling always there, tangible in my sleep entangles much as I weep, wings struggling to fleet painful vibrancy, scars with red splatters meaningful as laying under the stars chatter sublime as deep orange sunsets in warm sand with friends listening to our favorite bands lodged in deep in the prefrontal cortex a reward craved becoming so far fetched
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
Stagnation
It is a feeling always there, tangible in my sleep entangles much as I weep, wings struggling to fleet painful vibrancy, scars with red splatters meaningful as laying under the stars chatter sublime as deep orange sunsets in warm sand with friends listening to our favorite bands lodged in deep in the prefrontal cortex a reward craved becoming so far fetched
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
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