Another day; another moment doing nothing but staring at a wall. Same color and same textile from the floor standing tall. There are those who mock me and the ones that spit on me as I pass by ignorants to the bone lacking a significance in life. So again, what and who am I? foolish are those who... Sign in to see full entry.
ANOTHER MOMENT ANOTHER TIME
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