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"i'm not waving, i'm drowning"


so i think i'll just start to to write and ramble more and more on here in this description until i lose my breathe.... or sleep, or something like that... close to importance. just simplistic moderation of average day to day syncopation... our perspective is vastly skewed cause we air brush proportions inappropriately... so i'll just tell you to sleep to dream.... 




"excuse me sir... i am sleeping here."
haha i think i'm lost.

my wings are too weighted to fly
i'm too scared to live, but not afrade to die.

got aim? mine's thinkingabsurd

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