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I want to feel the beautiful, deep melancholy of everything thats happened. I want the rainforests to grow again and I want the concrete to sink into the ground and never be seen again, be swallowed up by the land it swallowed. I want the seas to wash us clean, so we can be the beautiful freaks we were meant to be. Wednesday, 9 November 2011. A thin pane of glassy pain. Seems to be separating us right now. Its icy to the touch, and fills. Me with a chill that it may never melt. Monday, 31 October 2011.

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I want to feel the beautiful, deep melancholy of everything thats happened. I want the rainforests to grow again and I want the concrete to sink into the ground and never be seen again, be swallowed up by the land it swallowed. I want the seas to wash us clean, so we can be the beautiful freaks we were meant to be. Wednesday, 9 November 2011. A thin pane of glassy pain. Seems to be separating us right now. Its icy to the touch, and fills. Me with a chill that it may never melt. Monday, 31 October 2011.

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