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2010-03-01 | |
Knowing me, voiding reality, into the gloom I jump again without regret, even if there is no possible way to shake the disease cheering my agony.
Nobody can break me into a million pieces and in a second have me back as one so fast, but in the process you mistake and misplace some parts looking very much alike.
Your technique of not flying on the same windscreen as you could, make this shame shout so loud, that it becomes a barrel with pain powder.
I feel death lurking around once more. What to do? Fearing this time she will take on her carousel a bigger mass of flesh and souls, I want to escape into my condemnation.
It so scrapes my soul, seeing in detail when and how, also not being able to avoid anything.
This last weekend felt like a play from miles away, with more critters ever intended to house.
See you around hunting creepy crawlies with me.
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