Pleasurable subtleties viciously dancing to the tragedy of tangible cravings. Revolution and freedom thrown out the window and now burns to the absence of it's professor. Murky ice cubes cooling the substance that harbors true identity. Moments of despair longing for repair in the gift shop of your life. Breaking down like cookies dunk in milk, this is no longer the happy ever sugar rush you were looking for. Twisting the knife and resolving accidents with novelty ideas of pure hatred that the whole scene is rather prolonged far too long than any rat race should really be.. curved to the elements of possibilities and constantly enjoying the persistent tide of fading sunlight on glorious times.
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