Beneath

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We search, manipulating ourselves through heart and chance to never find when its over. Faster through these years and farther from the layers that have made me. Wrapping me in that stupidity and decadence, where I’ve come to find nothing inside of myself but second chances. Thousands and thousands of second chances.

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Graham Sherwood

Sat 4th Mar 2017 09:56

Interesting thoughts RT.
Quite a hard read paragraph style, better in lines for emphasis. Good work.

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