From the cubicle to the coffeehouse : Incinerator

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Monday, March 2, 2015

Incinerator

“Flesh peeling, skin burning, slow inferno” A flame thrower was taken to my life I am left with rubble and the harsh memories of how it all played out How did it come to this? I had it all figured out Guess life had other plans for me Or should I say my subconscious I sabotaged myself once again Why... Sign in to see full entry.

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