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Jul 2013
I am, an uncontrollable urge. Some of the times, it's a mellow feeling. A wondering feeling of desire. A desire so strong that burns my senses. Imagine you can no longer smell or taste. Touching things hurt. I can only see. Imagine you are an absent spectactor of your own senses. I'm not the desire, nor it controls me. I am the desire itself.

Some of the other times, well, i just embrace It.

and together. We fall.
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my Vertigo
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   wounded words and Marshall CB Hiatt
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