Tuesday 26 February 2008 photo 1/1
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Awake but not alive as I scrawl these words. All that is left, that I am, a rotting walking corpse. Enervate the machine that holds me down. I can't handle defeat one more fucking time. One more attempt to rectify the inclined angles in my life. I made myself a prisoner in a pattern I despise.
Annons