Ive closed my heart if salt would wound me, empty was the only color. Try this life bled from my wounds left long ago by long lost lovers. Someone from a stronger level dared to step beyond the threshold, twice the sword raised harder, faster. One more cut, again its over.
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boxterjulep:
i've opened my gonads if pepper would heal me, full was one of many flavors. Try this death vomit from my tennis shoes left a short time ago by short, stout enemies. Everyone from a weak level chilled to hop before the quickie stop pick up, thrice the glove lowered softer, slower. 666,666 less scabs, never begin.
solisis:
this could be the most brilliant response to any journal i've ever written ever! I read it as though you were mocking me and i certainly hope you were cause i wrote this mocking a song i was listening to on the bus.