Sunday, November 4, 2012
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the truth about freedom
The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...
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Reality's company Is such a bore. The disability to believe in ability. You are all created from my imagination, Objects, obstacle...
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And I'm breathing But the air is still. And everyone around me Looks painted from my mind. Just voices in my head, Just whisperin...
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