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time dies I sit awash in solitude as moments fade to black oblivion could a thousand stars burning out while 100 toddlers struggle to take final breaths create a void like thisssssssssss no. ------------ grasping at gasping groupers ------------ I goad distant relatives into diving without recycled air bloated eyeballs remind me of a different type of togetherness isolation and indignation unfettered and non-remorseful inconsequential fallacies facilitate fallout and I leave this plane regret laden no... she walks into walls as her strong points hide in public incorporeal, I sit on a doughty shoulder awaiting reincarnation doubting faith while languishing in purgatory I realize the Catholics had it right sexually abusing young boys is the only ticket to heaven
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
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time dies I sit awash in solitude as moments fade to black oblivion could a thousand stars burning out while 100 toddlers struggle to take final breaths create a void like thisssssssssss no. ------------ grasping at gasping groupers ------------ I goad distant relatives into diving without recycled air bloated eyeballs remind me of a different type of togetherness isolation and indignation unfettered and non-remorseful inconsequential fallacies facilitate fallout and I leave this plane regret laden no... she walks into walls as her strong points hide in public incorporeal, I sit on a doughty shoulder awaiting reincarnation doubting faith while languishing in purgatory I realize the Catholics had it right sexually abusing young boys is the only ticket to heaven
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
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