An abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart
and oceans of muffled miseries;
is the book your eyes just greeted.
"Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
Attention blinks in the worst fashion. Message board conversation convention, between a host and it's times two persona through conversion. Behind, is one identity from a single mansion. You could be an honourable mention. You can earn my attention. That won't burn the tension, built in between us. Don't hide, be a man; run. Chase the unborn moon till it glows, grows, goes on pension. And you'll end up back on this same junction but you won't ever win my trust cause I'll always doubt you.
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