April
Friday 11 May 2007 photo 1/14
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Crawling in the deep, hurled down in the mud. the shadow is my friend, and the death my mother. trying to recall the look on your face. But its all gone. All i feel is insecure, walking here with nails pressing true my feet. My mind is so frail trying to explode. Cant take it anymore ( cant cant cant cant ) My heart is transforming into stone. secure shield on! So near to reach the edge of the bucket Im trapt in. Then I understand Im to close to reality and then I escape ( down down down down ) my flesh crawls, it feels so good, the blood pumping through my vains, with you .
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