• as...i

    by ITTNTB on January 04, 2009 as everything becomes unfocused as four years die off as the winter kills us inside and out as inspiring idealism is tossed and trampled over as detoxing with liquid poison becomes the regular as i get closer to that 55 shotgun to head and because of this i have the strangest of dreams, every night sleep is no longer needed, just cold empty glass bottles as the uncertainty about the future is the only thing that lasts i yearn for eternity....with fangs that will never grow from teeth No Comments
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