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my fingers break when I write this my mind cracks like the grounds of a death filled earthquake my lives are petrified and the thoughts who are civilans perish under the lava of life that erupts itself with contagious fumes in my mind I came close to something that could have well rolled of my tongue so nicely as perfect now Im far away and I might always be burden places itself on my side smiling at me always like a dimmed creature horror film based 1940's always next to me pain stakingly one day It will come to our hault our exit our departure and Im on my way with a staggering pulse and wavering feet the only other paths on my side are hell, disguised demised I press my finger against my temple and wished for nothing but annihalation of thought and the smallest breathe of fresh air your image brings both and Im a ghost I feel as though sometimes I might bury myself in the clouds forever cause they are pale and soft and this reality is full of needles and thorns my eyes fall out of my body as my hearts is watching them discreetly like infatuated murderers and mourns
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:17 AM UTC
Fate
my fingers break when I write this my mind cracks like the grounds of a death filled earthquake my lives are petrified and the thoughts who are civilans perish under the lava of life that erupts itself with contagious fumes in my mind I came close to something that could have well rolled of my tongue so nicely as perfect now Im far away and I might always be burden places itself on my side smiling at me always like a dimmed creature horror film based 1940's always next to me pain stakingly one day It will come to our hault our exit our departure and Im on my way with a staggering pulse and wavering feet the only other paths on my side are hell, disguised demised I press my finger against my temple and wished for nothing but annihalation of thought and the smallest breathe of fresh air your image brings both and Im a ghost I feel as though sometimes I might bury myself in the clouds forever cause they are pale and soft and this reality is full of needles and thorns my eyes fall out of my body as my hearts is watching them discreetly like infatuated murderers and mourns
midnight-prague
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midnight-prague
Greek
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:17 AM UTC
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