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Gaging your spot in this world with acid-burning insides.                              A hazy head.                       A faded sense of everything.                       It seems that this isn't working.                       You feel no passion;                                        that's on you.                       There's something that you ought to do but that thing won't                        stop the burning.                                                             Admittance won't clear the haze.                       Action won't bring you closer to what's (at least) functional                       Let's not talk about realities for a minute...
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
Springtime Nothing Pieces
Gaging your spot in this world with acid-burning insides.                              A hazy head.                       A faded sense of everything.                       It seems that this isn't working.                       You feel no passion;                                        that's on you.                       There's something that you ought to do but that thing won't                        stop the burning.                                                             Admittance won't clear the haze.                       Action won't bring you closer to what's (at least) functional                       Let's not talk about realities for a minute...
Gadus
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
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