Oh, what a sterile pain this is.
Isolated in a desolate white room somewhere deep within the darkest void of my soul.
All hope was lost long ago, yet here I sit, in this barren pit, waiting for my time.
All we have is time.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
Oh, what a sterile pain this is.
Isolated in a desolate white room somewhere deep within the darkest void of my soul.
All hope was lost long ago, yet here I sit, in this barren pit, waiting for my time.
All we have is time.
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