words of pain: the end

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Friday, April 15, 2011

the end

it creeps up slowly, it knows no boundaries white, black, yellow, brown, it is color blind young, old, it kills with an even stroke destroying more then just the life it takes absorbing happiness in its path, sucking joy from the world the answer evades us, the cure slips through our fingers we... Sign in to see full entry.

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