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The seams are ripping- all mentality is lost. I seem to be slipping and for what cost? What is the reason for my destruction? A familiar detour I know too well. I continue to stay under construction, something to people I dare not tell. For why worry them when all hope is gone I look as I feel, after all I'm no con. So yes the seam, I can say is now ripped the sisters of fate look at my life line- it's finally been snipped.
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Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
Life Line
The seams are ripping- all mentality is lost. I seem to be slipping and for what cost? What is the reason for my destruction? A familiar detour I know too well. I continue to stay under construction, something to people I dare not tell. For why worry them when all hope is gone I look as I feel, after all I'm no con. So yes the seam, I can say is now ripped the sisters of fate look at my life line- it's finally been snipped.
katch
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Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
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