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a body laid flat over an unmade bed nothing budges but whats in his head muscles relaxed he stares at the ceiling the only thing alive is his being the sun crosses through the sky suddenly coming down from a high euphoria exits leaving holes memories and yearning for past souls the end of a journey his eyelids close rushed back to the world he knows reality of what wasn't meant to be chained to the past he'll never come free
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Time Traveling ******
a body laid flat over an unmade bed nothing budges but whats in his head muscles relaxed he stares at the ceiling the only thing alive is his being the sun crosses through the sky suddenly coming down from a high euphoria exits leaving holes memories and yearning for past souls the end of a journey his eyelids close rushed back to the world he knows reality of what wasn't meant to be chained to the past he'll never come free
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
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