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lingering memories.. that last string hanging hard that vase cracking slowly. tsunami tides. frustration and anger. my default vision i guess, all around was beauty and melody. everything swept with a thunder. i see. those bullets not worth.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
bleh.
lingering memories.. that last string hanging hard that vase cracking slowly. tsunami tides. frustration and anger. my default vision i guess, all around was beauty and melody. everything swept with a thunder. i see. those bullets not worth.
#yolo
hanab
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
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