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IT'S MY HEAD
Thursday, September 4, 2008
untitled
if i say to you, i like rain, i elaborate on puddles, a deer comes to drink, and i've left you so far behind. many worlds away, this strange life, so distant right in front of you.
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i have been lost forever, in a country i've never been a fan of, among people i've always been alien to.
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