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Sitting here in the freezing cold wondering what tommorrow could hold, i looked to my beloved pictures. Somehow every pain every emotion that i cant show, i can feel throught the pictures of other people. Its like i can change a happy picture of a girl sitting or smiling and turn it into a abomination. Somthing hidious and false. But yet if you look for it, you can see the beauty beneath. Its amazing. Everyone has a feature to be photographed. The Indians used to turn from pictures like they were the devil. They would say "Everytime someone takes a picture of you it takes a piece of your soul." If that the case i guess u could call me the devil, stealing souls as much as possible and finding so much pleasure from it. Its funny this world, isnt it. For ever there is the -. For every happy thought there are the thougths of evil, pain regret. Isnt it amazing the amount of knowledge a picture can hold. Isnt it amazing how beautiful everyone can be with the right tools. Isnt it Amazing, how its all so incredubly fake. How were all so Incredibly fake.
***enjoy***
