Dec 09, 2010 02:39
Wake up once again, my high hope dreams descend. Can't get my mind off the end, so many break and bend.
To much thinking, my feet are sinking. Is it just me? Or the world feeling the same?
Its like a high class catastrophe, So much is gonna burn. And look up to see the sky is far far away, it decreases the size as your legs are underground. See the moment of the fall, as you go down without a sound. (Mwahahahahaha)
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