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[shatterxscheme]

It's like walking through soft dirt on a hot day- everything becomes coated in a thin layer. A dusty layer to protect and shy the shiny away. Each step is more and all the words I use to express to explain are moot. I must escape! I have to leave. My heart and insides beeeeend to the idea of being here and I'm sick of pulling them around! "No, stay

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[sinceremywords]

Run to the deep red red south where the dust is compressed by the outrageous humidity! You've traveled, right? Where have you been, what places did you like? Do you stay for extended periods?