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I'm sick of all the rules when it comes to loving, and living, and learning I'm sick of forcing myself to let thoughts and feelings marinate until they're just right until i can place them i'm sick of lying on my back watching the heavenless skies turn to cotton candy and then dissolve into darkness i'm sick of seeing beautiful things and not being able to feel them
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Sick of this ****
I'm sick of all the rules when it comes to loving, and living, and learning I'm sick of forcing myself to let thoughts and feelings marinate until they're just right until i can place them i'm sick of lying on my back watching the heavenless skies turn to cotton candy and then dissolve into darkness i'm sick of seeing beautiful things and not being able to feel them
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
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