TO THE COUNCELORS
by dogma I Jun 7, 2007
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WE SPEAK OF DEATH,WE SPEAK IN RIDDLES,AND BLEED TO SEE.IF WE DONT CRY FROM OUR EYES THEN WE BLEED FROM OUR ARMS AS A SUBSTITUTE. THE PAIN FEELS GOOD,BUT THE FEELING NEVER LASTS.PERMANENT IS DEATH, LIFE IS THE WAITING ROOM, AND THE DOCTOR...IS POISON. |
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17 years ago
by Chelsea
You are like my favorite writer ever now. haha Amazing work.
