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I lost my way through the empty place, vacant, with an unrecognizable face, the nails stick out of the frame, trying to recall when my last tetanus shot was, i remember the pain, couldn't feel the blood rushing out, they asked me what i was looking at, laying on the ground, i said "the trees, birds, the way the leaves blow in the breeze, a peaceful sound, they tried to calm my nerves, but i was calm, as calm as the water at low tide, on that early morning, stolen, boat ride, those are the memories i will have for ever, my dearest memory, and when i say dearest memory, i mean it cost me alot, after that court date and probation meeting on the 6th of January,
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
A Peacefull Sound
I lost my way through the empty place, vacant, with an unrecognizable face, the nails stick out of the frame, trying to recall when my last tetanus shot was, i remember the pain, couldn't feel the blood rushing out, they asked me what i was looking at, laying on the ground, i said "the trees, birds, the way the leaves blow in the breeze, a peaceful sound, they tried to calm my nerves, but i was calm, as calm as the water at low tide, on that early morning, stolen, boat ride, those are the memories i will have for ever, my dearest memory, and when i say dearest memory, i mean it cost me alot, after that court date and probation meeting on the 6th of January,
dylan-lavercombe
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
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