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jamiepblaze) wrote2009-01-22 04:33 pm
jamiepblaze) wrote2009-01-22 04:33 pm
The end of beggars
The cold seeped through his limbs...
Breathing was so difficult...
To remember the reason of his traumatic existence....was to accept.
The sensation on his extremities where the first to go....a false balm to his soul.
Liar.
Sitting on his chest was a hand of ice...rapped in virtuous justice.
The beginning was today.
The end of beggars
Jamie P.
Breathing was so difficult...
To remember the reason of his traumatic existence....was to accept.
The sensation on his extremities where the first to go....a false balm to his soul.
Liar.
Sitting on his chest was a hand of ice...rapped in virtuous justice.
The beginning was today.
The end of beggars
Jamie P.