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living the deaths of my life
theres a story to be told about a time when death comes so easily, that a mind like ours is incomprehensibly told, death is so real.
one day as i woke from a life of chaotic rapture, bad food and druggs, i entered what was to be my last day of preparation for a battle i was soon to loose. i mounted a glorious wager of emotional dialogue as i was opposed by the forces i lay next to in my very bed. nothing is right in this place , i thought. nothing is real . i have no home and im far from were i began. as i unknowingly aproached my descent, i walked for a while with throws of delusion and thoughts of fear. i made it to the train , not were i was left, yet i stepped on to the car haeded for the depths of illusive reality and dangerous realisms. nothing was to prepare me, for a time was at hand. tbc... |
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War Child
Join Date: May 2002
Posts: 866
Local Time: 01:49 PM
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ooh ooh
__________________please continue... im waiting to read more! |
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Acrobat
Join Date: Nov 2001
Location: foray's kitchen drawer
Posts: 431
Local Time: 03:49 PM
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I like it!
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