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Blackest Of Hearts: I sit in the solitude of my own desires; I wonder what the purpose of life is? Should thou bring ecstasy for recollection in ..

you define it

This is for all of the lost young men in this world

the brighter side of my childhood

As the storm settled and the wind blew i knew life would never be the same. But when i turned around though all the bullshit and pain u still ..

For my aunt angel and uncle cedric Rest in peace

The mixed fellings of teenagers

You define what you are by what you do. -Khalab D. Goldsmith 1994-