The grain of film resembles grim, like my past evoking my pride, - TopicsExpress



          

The grain of film resembles grim, like my past evoking my pride, with pain and anguish i collide. In the night i dream a dream, of past mistakes and tithered seam, between the things i could have said, to stop this hell from being led, into my life.. This lonely life. I have let things be, unseen as of yet, the philosophy. I have no proof of the siezing rain, nore the embarkment of the coming day. All i do is wait, hoping for a cleaner slate. I welcome those who would choose my path, this curse is product of heavens wrath, and though i may never rest in peace, i hope for confert, love...at least.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 06:25:07 +0000

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