Monday, January 26, 2009

Free Brent Corriganpsp




SUDDENLY LEFT ME WITH NOTHING TO SAY AND I stood in that corner A LOST YOUR EYES LOOK AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN DARK. It reflects

A LITTLE BIT OF YOUR DREAMS THEY WERE MINE. BECAUSE MINE IN THE NIGHT WHEN YOUR SHOES UNDER MY BED DORM We played to make us the dead and we walked IMAGINE LOOKING FOR THE CLOUDS GOD. I PREGUTNABA

WHAT WAS THE EASIEST WAY TO DIE AND NOT ANSWER ANY Hajar, a reflection that looks WAS IN MY SOUL OF SOLITUDE YOU FEEL WHEN YOU LOSE MORE TO WHOM YOU LOVE no apparent reason. SO CLOSE YOUR EYES WITHOUT DYING.

NO LOVE WHEN YOU WANT BUT WHEN YOU CAN.

WHITE WALLS THAT CORNER Cool ME BACK LIKE A STUCK IN MY COLUMN ICE, showed signs of despair BUT THERE WAS NO ONE TO HELP AND YOUR EYES STILL GONE WITH IMMUNE TO A FUTURE THAT IT WAS NOT MINE.

WAS NOT MINE BECAUSE WHEN I ASKED THE ROSE WALLS OF INCHES TO METERS, MILES AND THE WALL CAME PEDESTAL SHARP NEEDLES THAT WOULD MAKE ME THE MINIMUM ROCE BLEEDING TO DROP MY GUTS.

IS NOT A SIMPLE STORY disaffection. YOU EVEN THINK

. AND FAR AWAY AS YOU FIND YOU THINK.

VACUUM AND FORGOTTEN HOW YOU FEEL ME THINK.

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