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Steady thrums and drums caused rifting thoughts, Reevaluating why confusion is so important. Curiosity killed the cat, the mischievous one. The murderer made way with a simple alibi A photograph in a collection of poems. A whisper in a crowd of screams and shadows. Things unseen, but felt, serve to remind Why constant isolation won't was away the messages Sent by a silence and a distant stare. Open books stained with salt and spirits Haunt a space that should not have formed. Lava spills out like a child's science project. Maybe it was an experiment. A torn open pocket in The rationality contained in the ghosts of minds. Quiet and demented secrets whisper cunning propositions. And maybe it was just a silly dream in the mind of a ***** Telling the true and false is never accurate, after all Who are we to say what is right and wrong? Write and erase? Just like everything that has Ever been said. Eyes are wide awake, but the Spirit behind them is a sleeping giant. Stupid and oblivious. Don't move, don't speak, don't try to make sense Of anything that anyone says, that's my advice. "Everything will be fine in the end."
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Take Notes, Boy. You'll Need Them.
Steady thrums and drums caused rifting thoughts, Reevaluating why confusion is so important. Curiosity killed the cat, the mischievous one. The murderer made way with a simple alibi A photograph in a collection of poems. A whisper in a crowd of screams and shadows. Things unseen, but felt, serve to remind Why constant isolation won't was away the messages Sent by a silence and a distant stare. Open books stained with salt and spirits Haunt a space that should not have formed. Lava spills out like a child's science project. Maybe it was an experiment. A torn open pocket in The rationality contained in the ghosts of minds. Quiet and demented secrets whisper cunning propositions. And maybe it was just a silly dream in the mind of a ***** Telling the true and false is never accurate, after all Who are we to say what is right and wrong? Write and erase? Just like everything that has Ever been said. Eyes are wide awake, but the Spirit behind them is a sleeping giant. Stupid and oblivious. Don't move, don't speak, don't try to make sense Of anything that anyone says, that's my advice. "Everything will be fine in the end."
kagami
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
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