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Only by a thin blue line do we survive these torcherd streets of our own disign

Mummy why did my little sister die becouse baby we have no rain but why mummy we have no more money to pay the company to bring..

They can see the light through the frosted glass they can smell the strangeness of these twisted bars they can hear you whis..

Is it your need to be needed for you to streach out on life’s floor to try to find that comfortable spot to wait for t..

Are you missing a firewall that line of defence that warns you of the psychological intent of the trogen that wants to be y..

When some one you think you care for becomes scaby don't wait for scabs to fall p..

Ungrateful are the days that destroy the ways of wisdom for it is only wisdom that remembers the mistakes

You was not expecting the feeling to be there you could not believe as you gazed across the space that separates you from the pla..

Do you hold on to a dream that is broken does your thinking say it is not so as the beatings rain down from your heaven as common ..

The light does not shine on you it shines on the ones who have yet to come to the place that you refused to go