Half

by Fits   Feb 23, 2006


Suffering in a sphere of dignity. No losing at all when you can not even play. Eyes are adrift and dripping sincerity, take away what you have never had before. Your eyes grow green with envy. Your eyes a maze of despire. No one cares about the things you must flee from. Are you even really there? Serenity, I need.

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