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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.

September 22, 2009

Neckwound

Despite the vast majority of nothing surroundings me,
And despite the falls from grace that led to the emptiness inside of me,
I still am able to concentrate my thoughts to a state of perpetual comfort in my life.
Posted by cardboardjesus at 1:38 AM

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