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It will not be enough, it will never be enough. Like that first time ******* high We seek again, and again, and again. Each day we die a little More, more, more. We crave, we rage, we cannot disengage. This febrile fever betrays our terminal condition. The world has caught something For which there is no cure.
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
AmandaIS
The Death of this Life
It will not be enough, it will never be enough. Like that first time ******* high We seek again, and again, and again. Each day we die a little More, more, more. We crave, we rage, we cannot disengage. This febrile fever betrays our terminal condition. The world has caught something For which there is no cure.
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