Scrolling Up and Down

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By Tim Pozzi

You look around to find things that are left, and they all want to be the next fashionista of the internet. Get sold on old clothes and drink wine you probably don't even like, tell your story to the thousands that will eat it up. Still, you're stuck along the lines of the words that make an impact, phrasing intact to entrust a life you can't live to the back of your head. A mind half-willing to unwind on the hinges of someone else's dreams. Not much more than fantasy.

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February 22, 2012 02:38sweetNsour

Very deep- I like it it gives a hidden message. Which is so true. Continue do your thing ok