Untitled. SCREAM FROM THE HEART, AND WAKE THE DEAD. BALL IT ALL UP IN YOUR HEAD. IM HELPLESSLY EATING FROM A DIRTY HAND. WISHING FOR SOMEONE TO CALL. ITS TOURTURE HERE. THE OLD HAVE DONE IT ALL. NOTHING NEW CAN BE REBORN. NOTHING NEW CAN GROW. NOTHING ELSE CAN COENCIDE, NOTHING NEW TO KNOW. Sign in to see full entry.
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