my body is simply a conduit for my will.
it is bound to get bruised
battered
scarred.
with each mark
i get a little closer
to having lived a life
worthy of dying.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
my body is simply a conduit for my will.
it is bound to get bruised
battered
scarred.
with each mark
i get a little closer
to having lived a life
worthy of dying.
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