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.Filling my life with emptiness ...I used to be productive But now productivity Is like a jar of chutney sitting in the cupboard for years. All I want to do, is just sit in my room and observe observe it shrouding my room see the dust floating in the air Like a cold, moldy coffin And find a hole to jump inside and hide my mind colours colours colours col ours call ours call hours c all hours see all hours see the things I could not find in a minute See a purpose in small things takes hours I don't need a purpose.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
27/1/2014 01:58 am
.Filling my life with emptiness ...I used to be productive But now productivity Is like a jar of chutney sitting in the cupboard for years. All I want to do, is just sit in my room and observe observe it shrouding my room see the dust floating in the air Like a cold, moldy coffin And find a hole to jump inside and hide my mind colours colours colours col ours call ours call hours c all hours see all hours see the things I could not find in a minute See a purpose in small things takes hours I don't need a purpose.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
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