

RequiemI pace among the plastic corpses, hidden among them In dream, when I sleep I find myself awakened to pale truths… The kind of early morning revolt of light hitting your night-raped eyes Or like the sting of winter’s poetry in the face summer, how the sadness is immortal.Requiem
I know that the meaning of life is irrelevant,
That there is no truth beyond what we create it to be, Yet how many times must I pray for greatness and relief. Fallen to my knees for a light in this labyrinth of life
How many times must I revoke the sting of daylight, For the liquors of artificial sleep, And
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forming patterns, i luv to repeat
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"Killing under the cloak of war is no different than murder"
-Einstien
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I would not be here if I had not been introduced to DA by my good friend strawberry-lilla
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