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I think the most confusing element We try to understand in life Is time   Time is unchanging Something unknown To the human race
coming going leaving staying day in day out same day every day life was life is a blur.
what am i doing with you i know you cant hear me saying this and i know you never will but i cant tell the landscape from a back drop at the moment the lines between reality and my mind are blurring
School was a blur, I wish it were more fun. First Period: I stepped in gum. squish, squash. Second Period: My brain on overload: numb. zzzt, peeeww.
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