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Tired, but so deceived, hollowed to a point the pencil doesn’t even form to me. Revitalized with passion of anger to destruction; verbalized with intuition of admiration. Can you feel it burn as I walk through the burning bush of never dying flames with not one degree that can burn me. Structurally imbalanced mentally contained with the thought of you being a bullet getting blown away. I remember getting blown away haha, get it blown away. Take it face it embrace it run to a ditch that digs so deep you slowly decay and eventually fade away. Healed by more power than the light that emulates time square in the middle of the night. I have restored my energy to face another day.
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