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swallowed by the un-utterable sheer magnitude of that which surrounds the preciousness we oft-times mention it in terms designed to blunt and obscure the horror the fear in all youth and our self-derision that this is so swallowed by the sheer magnitude of the deception and our hollow responses and the percieved future we confront still we fall in love and hope this is probably not enough but it is what we do in defence of a truth almost forgotten within the abuse what i am ? what i aint ? soon all questions shall be answered
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Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
i am i aint i am
swallowed by the un-utterable sheer magnitude of that which surrounds the preciousness we oft-times mention it in terms designed to blunt and obscure the horror the fear in all youth and our self-derision that this is so swallowed by the sheer magnitude of the deception and our hollow responses and the percieved future we confront still we fall in love and hope this is probably not enough but it is what we do in defence of a truth almost forgotten within the abuse what i am ? what i aint ? soon all questions shall be answered
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Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
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