The tragedy of living in an embankment of fear is the irony in the clever skin of wanting the difficult. The tragedy is only temporary with a timid temperature. Praise the hearts that call themselves god. The good is seen in the freckles of my face and the coven starving in the embankment. A mind not as Cain, remember the view before the mark.
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010
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