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It is not a mirage. This; it is vital they share the same blue veins under their pale veil. But they breathe different airs.             To live, is to learn how to rejoice with paresthesia causing liquor down your throat and be in the stupor without feeling stupid. Stupors feel better lucid and this, this all feels better in sleep.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
parasthesia
It is not a mirage. This; it is vital they share the same blue veins under their pale veil. But they breathe different airs.             To live, is to learn how to rejoice with paresthesia causing liquor down your throat and be in the stupor without feeling stupid. Stupors feel better lucid and this, this all feels better in sleep.
parasthesia liquor lucid dreams sleep live melancholy stupor mirage feelings
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
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