Friday 11 November 2011 photo 1/1
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Can't stop thinking why I still live, why I still breathe air, why my blood still is in my black dark veins. My future is unclear - no, it's not my future, that one dose not exsist no more. I wander this world with a hole in my chest, I'm just an empty shell that walks this desert we call our "world".
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