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- Mood:
drained
the cigarette crackles as he inhales its fumes. His feet moving slowly, propelling him down the quiet, desolate street. Barely visible in the thin light emitting from the few street lamps that work, he walks, alone. this solitary figure walking, contemplating his future, his being. Does he really exist? If he does, why? For what reason is he living? Where should he take himself in life? His feet stop moving. Staring at the sky he falls to his knees. Mind lost in the heavens, feeling insignificant in this that they call reality. A universe so large, a mind so blank. open to suggestions from any angle or direction. what have i become?
August 16 2005, 00:16:48 UTC 6 years ago
August 16 2005, 02:39:26 UTC 6 years ago
August 16 2005, 15:30:06 UTC 6 years ago
where did the inspiration for this come from?
August 17 2005, 01:29:29 UTC 6 years ago
June 1 2006, 19:48:13 UTC 5 years ago
i got a new one, stricly close friends only
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