Welcome:.
This is my life, my dreams, hopes, and
problems, this is where i cry, where i escape,
where i express. It all started in December, the
day the world left me grasping at dear life in the
cold, life.Will the pain ever be removed from my
withering lonely pathetic soul, no. It never will,
someday the problems of tomorrow will catch up
today i cant run forever.

          
                         




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