Entry#3 The sun beamed in where I held in, the snow somehow becomes liquid. However the epiphany of having lorn-life is placidly compact, hence, my legs is starting to criticize in any ways. Guts is rust and lust is dust, I didnt have much choice as my page is totally bind. The skyline is dreary so as the eyes is abasing, the environment on which I prevalent is reeking corrupt, I cant even see the shady light from the trees, the river is arid so as this land I seeking. What are the frank life? What are the true colors of this land? It gives me equivocal as it generates more slurry answers. I lean on the ground where the grass is used to bed, my tears began to grow where as it came down unexpected, can everyone hear my voice or anyone undermined my consequential. My links between me and my senses are mute like empty space. No one can hear me no one can sentient the meaning of my emblazon... Then a strange shadow covers my whole entity. --This people is sarcastic, reaching truth is condemned to their consolidation-- Heatherbly
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 13:22:57 +0000
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