A successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing. And I love it.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Screaming [Sep 08]
with outstretched arms and a voice so high i scream to the sky you are not real this i can see if you were there youd be helping me i wouldnt live in this misery i wouldnt have to worry and i would not dream...
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