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All at Once

I can’t handle life as it spins in all directions away from me. I continuously sleep to hide from it. The same dream finds me inside. I cried, what a bad poem. Even if I can’t run or hide, there’s a Thorn on my mind. I’ve become homesick, even though I’m home.

                                                                                              Five drafts that couldn’t be explained in writing and left to decay in the drafts section of the site.

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About Austin Yawn

I don't really understand these kind of sites..

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