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With so much time to prepare...
And with so little time to progress...
We have been created.
A nothing.
Now a something.
All the while fluctuatin..
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I want to sleep.
I want to sleep without a dream.
I want to close my eyes and
I want to open my eyes and it be tomorrow.
While dreaming of reali..
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Anyone can slap some words on a page and call it a work of art.
Anyone can say they feel EXACTLY what they write.
Anyone can write a story and be fr..
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The moon reached the other side of the horizon.
Retraced its steps, and started over again,
Only to follow the exact path previously passed.
Toda..
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The city eats its way into morning.
Bugs crawling in the shadows.
Waiting for that sun to reach that horizon.
I have to sit watching each one,
S..
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It doesn’t make any sense really,
The wires keep coming and,
Eventually all tangle in a corner.
Growing... slightly, every second.
Twisty ..
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She wakes.
She eats.
She drinks.
She pukes.
She claws.
She waits.
She sleeps.
She wakes again for another, yet another, day of loneliness.
She..
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I'm coming to the surface, but it doesn't feel like breaking. There's light that
reaches me, but, in the center of the ocean, with the deep end calli..
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