There is a sense of fight I have imbibed after getting tipped over .
Breaking you SJ is hard but desolation has allowed me to kill all remnants of emotion left. If anything is allowed to build , it is pure hatred . May I slay everything that comes in my way . Hexagonal eyes , hair in the wind and my wings . Die you beast as I swim in my fishbowl of illusion.
Friday, April 02, 2010
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