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Why the journey to this extreme? Where all achieved illusions of self are pounded down in to the gravel where the footsteps are **** heavy. Two young scoundrels stopped and stared as I walked past them: Intimidation tactics. Who are these people and what are they prepared to do, and for what? All I know, is that I am becoming less and less; this fear that drives my creativity is strangling me. This is a plea to an impossible god as tears run down my face. I am afraid.
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Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 6:24 AM UTC
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Why the journey to this extreme? Where all achieved illusions of self are pounded down in to the gravel where the footsteps are **** heavy. Two young scoundrels stopped and stared as I walked past them: Intimidation tactics. Who are these people and what are they prepared to do, and for what? All I know, is that I am becoming less and less; this fear that drives my creativity is strangling me. This is a plea to an impossible god as tears run down my face. I am afraid.
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Herzegovinian
Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 6:24 AM UTC
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