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"the closer the objects, the scarier they get |
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and there will be a time when your mind will be set |
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to the convenience of order of the walls you refuse to miss |
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longing for the taste of cold, hard ground to kiss" |
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he is not sure if he knows, what her words are about |
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- assumptions and doubts. |
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all that he knows, is that the chill and the calm in her voice |
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are doing their best to make him question every choice, lose his only voice. |
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because his head still smokes from all the turns, |
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and it doesn't seem to stop despite the lessons that he learns |
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in moments he is free from everything, |
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he keeps on breathing out while the air is getting thin. |
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because outer space is not big enough sometimes. |
