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Life has a face of a morbid game.
You all won’t cry for my absence I know, You forgot me long ago. It feels like I’ve got nothing left, thus I crawl inside myself, hide these blue features. So close to give it up. And you all can blame me of anything, but a fact you can be sure of is that… none shall comprehend what I’ve inside my damaged heart and perplexed mind, for I myself cannot understand… Still what I know as real I won’t explain. I’m on the ledge of the 18th story. There will be no mistaken, the levees are breaking… Sunday, 02 March 2008 17:15:02
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