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I used to gain a sense of security from the night sky, now all I see is black. Trapped in someone else's idea of social rankings, Am I not allowed to break free? But blood will surge and then wash away the dirt. How uncomfortable you must feel with this lack of restraining stability.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Bed Time.
I used to gain a sense of security from the night sky, now all I see is black. Trapped in someone else's idea of social rankings, Am I not allowed to break free? But blood will surge and then wash away the dirt. How uncomfortable you must feel with this lack of restraining stability.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
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