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Feeling


This sensation

Right now

At this time

This second

Something sensational

I crave

I desire this fucking feeling

The feeling of something rather then nothing. 

I’ve became nothing, in a big small world.

The wind hitting me in my face driving 50 MPH. 

The cool air, the vibrant energy

I need

I a deceiver

I a nothing

I a lost cause

I am now getting grounded to the feeling of the pursuit of happiness

The small things in life really do matter

The small things are meant to be the big meaningful things in life

The world going around and around in a matter of seconds this skin will no longer be mine 

This appearance will no longer be me

I survive now to a achieve and achieve to win.

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