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[ Tuesday, July 08, 2003 ]

 

White room.
The feeling of despair..
The waiting of the inevitable..
Loneliness crashes upon thy soul..

White room..
The sound of pin drop deathfening to the drums of the ears..
How much of this pain can one take..
The soul slowly searching..
But in vain..

When will it end?

i need a mate.. hiack!
:: Inscribed by Kai [10:33 AM] ::

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So here's your holiday, hope you enjoy this time, you take it all away.. It was mine, so when your are dead and gone.. Hope you remember this night twenty years now lost, its not right

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