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True selflessness


While the world is asleep my mind it creeps into holes into crevasses into the darkness were its warm and cosy. While the world is asleep my soul sparkles and shines in a sweet symphonic chime it waves and flows in and out of the light. While the world is asleep my body is in a catatonic state just breathing and stealing energy for the next days wake killing its self to live.. While the world is asleep im wide awake in my true form in my self, humble and content...
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Spinjanebob

I am a extreme extrovert and out going. But there has always been this darkness in my life that i cant fathom.

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