boxes and boxes of tissue and supposedly it will all help but who really knows i miss all the windows open my shirt off the breeze talking to my flesh throughout the mansions of each day
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strong urge to create make music wrote dance and also to sit still meditate allow the elements to bless us and perfume consciousness with earth and heaven but there is no space seemingly and i can’t keep up with demand By: via qwertymonk
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