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Aug 2013
For to long my words have turned to ash in my mouth, my thoughts but a blur, as if though I where seeing the world through a glass of water. the sounds of  life have crashed against closed ears. I have no heart for this anymore, chaos has taken life and left the dead and dieing in it's wake, the creator cry's for his creation.  we are dead.
earthwatcher
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earthwatcher  58/M/In my mind
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