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When and were I have arrived I know not. My memory lost and my name forgotten. I walk bare foot over broken glass through a barren landscape. That even time seems to have abandoned. For here their is no day or night only a drowning grey. No longer do I break and bleed my body against the stone black spires that span out to the edge of my site. like endless rows of tombstones. Their surface cracked and twisted reaching forever into a colorless sky. Nor am I any longer plagued with the uncontrollable fits of weeping brought on by the madness that shook my mind and soul for what seemed an eternity or just a fleet
whenWere do we stop, start, end or when is it we just pause to breath. to look around and remember our name. in what space of a moment do we just be. Were is it we find The answers or the ability to word the questions in our souls .how long do we stumble through darkness till we find sight to see within our heart’s.or shall we just laugh until we cry and for whom or what do we shed a tear .when
Devious Journal Entry
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.:Amy.Hit.The.Atmosphere:.
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