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Thursday, December 5, 2013

Shell shock I am cold to my bone It's the end. The next blast will finish me, It will shatter me into a million pieces. The blood, is it mine? it is in the air, it is raining blood and I am in the mud, shoes heavy and weighted, Evelyn Evelyn I am sorry, I will bring back the kids. Bloody people,... Sign in to see full entry.

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