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No-Name No: 52

My behavior is erratic, my brain is... floating above me. Meditate. Breath. Life throws s--- at you and it lingers after you clean it up. We had our moments together. What solves your brain prison syndrome? It's like thinking about thinking circling the drain and sinking. "The synchronicities also occur to help show them that although they live different lives, they are also part of the same path." Reply with friction, situations manipulated, soul twins, shiftin' a matched rhythm to fix it. Just a fraction of our hell. We know the outcome too well. I'm blending in your fan section you're up in your residence. A toast! We're selfish, we're like two wax candles that melted. .

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