helpA Poem by Wraith.
Instilled in my brain
wrench in the though process there is no other option terminal illness you cannot see If anyone could see what would you see Eroding cliffs Acidic winds Empty halls photographs on fire
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Added on August 13, 2015 Last Updated on August 13, 2015 AuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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