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By Cashem BeatsPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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If there are moments you’re meant to absorb, indulge and be fulfilled in. Where in our rarest, barest states we are accepted, at our most confusing and depleting we are immersive. When the soul lives outside, and the eyes are just a glass opening to the shells that we are scared to step on. We inverse our minds and breaths. That what we inhale is nothing but purified black, the black that’s not shadows but the black that’s present filling our colourless void of our world, with dashes of euphoria we explored the whole dream of a weekend.

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    Written by Cashem Beats