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Radar

The history of things.The way I saw them, the way it looked through the lens. The history of things. Sometimes I wonder about it, all of it. In every picture, in every captured moment. Those moments on paper or a pixilated computer screen. The things you don’t see, you don’t hear, the things you can’t assume. The things you feel. The way he looks at his feet, the way she holds her head, the things she promised him, what everyone knows, what everyone thinks they know. The history of things.The history of things.
I’ve looked too often, out there. Always thinking, wondering, and too often wishing that I knew. When I was younger and lights were dimmer and smoke was thicker wit
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Showna was here.
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i am only a number
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i am only a number
cool work... keep it up!
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På trollherrens tryne ny stiga ett grin
han höjer sin yxa han piskar sitt svin
ansikten vrids till ilska andra vrids till skräck
När trollens arme rider fram i en storm av blod och träck
Så faller man efter man
Så viner en vind av blod och lem
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i am only a number
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"girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short and wear shirts and boots 'cause it's ok to be a boy, for girls, it's like promotion. but for a boy, to look like a girl is degrading, because secretly you believe that being a girl is degrading"
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