Why don’t you whisper what they sell you, like cheap heroin? There was always a drug for these days; alcohol, sex…the blood that fell from your wrists. Now you need more, a bigger hit. Can’t help but breathe in the thunderous skies, lick the lightning and watch it flash in the burnt out ridges of... Sign in to see full entry.
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This is my journal. My inner thoughts, my poetry and from time to time some pictures. I have nothing to hide...these writings will be raw to your eyes; sometimes dark, sometimes filled with passion and sunshine..."THE PAST IS JUST THAT, AND WE AREN'T PROMISED A TOMORROW. ALL WE HAVE IS TODAY." ANON
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