in a coarse of action plotted long ago . . .

[rapistseyes]

Disconnected from an existance bleaker than prison but in a heightened state it feels so cold and dark. In that disenchanted period of time, during the bleak, cold, greyist of winters a deep and saddened fire burned so bright but as that winter came to an end something began to slowly fade away

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[plasticide]

Sounds like a Dashboard Confessional song...

And I think you forgot "or when Steven's touching my twat."

[tribal_fuk]

thanks, I am not exactly on the same page as you although I could definitely agree and put some placement to the first half of the beautiful entry that you wrote into my life.