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cloudy daze

    
   
   
    like an a aircraft, that barely touches down; one's head so often in the clouds.... pressure winds wipe most feeling out- this thing that's called a body    
   
   
  i hope there's something better-waiting on the other end; i'm tired of these elements that make me what i am....    
   
   
i feel that I'm entrapped inside this bone, muscle, and skin; just another layer in this mind numbing prison....
Written by PeaceFlpw (Peace Flow)
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