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Post by drago on Dec 26, 2010 17:13:51 GMT -5
I look back scared unable to move forward I was very unprepared losing ground feeling backward. My life before me like a evil spirit was the most creepy unavailable feeling was it. My hands folded in sweet submission by a knife feeling reloaded into a vein that had once known remission. A voice from moments passed By death's meeting slashed.
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