At times life feels like having just learned to fly only to realise that your wings are broken and the blood from the wounds is filling up the room, the hands of ghost scouring your body, carving their harsh criticisms into your already tainted flesh, the echos of failure screaming into your brain and dragging your soul down into the dark waters.
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so you can either tell me where to meet you one of these weekends and i will personly hand it to you myself or you can wait until i move back on Dec. 17 and i am sure one of your worshipers can point me in the right direstion to give it back.
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