pyro
Seedling
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Post by pyro on Feb 24, 2009 22:41:20 GMT -5
Emptyness. Thats all there ever is, a sense that I'm missing something, that I've lost something. Like the streets in this dreaded place, there is nothing here, there never is. It desolate and empty
The only thing I have left from my previous life is a vision of snow and deer, its probably not even real. Like a christmas tale you tell children just before 'Santa' visits.
Maybe I'll be able to find something here to fill this empty abyss in my head. Maybe I'll make connections and actually find out where I came from.
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