touchdown upon the point of interest, of my arm a score of brown. of tracks of past adventure, in the silk dream valley, never coming down. constant flow of happiness at the finding of the deal. Always dreaming, always sleeping, never feeling real. Is this the world we chose ourselves? of being hopeless, cold and weak, or is an end to the choice YOU made a better cure for which you seek? Because you sold your soul to the makers challenge, to test your strength and courage. or do you choose to keep on the chase, just another human wreckage?
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 15:18:11 +0000
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