The day we were born,
Would Actually Mean,
The last day we are free.
Without realizing it,
We've become boxed in,
Trapped,
Into this meaningless existence we call life,
Unable.. To. Do. ANYTHING
Thursday, February 25, 2010
SANTA'S RED IS A BLOOD COLOURED HELL
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