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Jaded. The feeling you end up with after pulling life's layers apart, staring into the abyss and drink your fill of a reality you could neither foresee, plan for or rectify. Jaded. Being left in a state of disillusionment, your hopes and dreams nought but dust. The spectres of others' lives and happiness gnaw at your soul, etching away at your precious delusions
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
Jaded
Jaded. The feeling you end up with after pulling life's layers apart, staring into the abyss and drink your fill of a reality you could neither foresee, plan for or rectify. Jaded. Being left in a state of disillusionment, your hopes and dreams nought but dust. The spectres of others' lives and happiness gnaw at your soul, etching away at your precious delusions
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
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