Tired of bending over backwards just to make ends meet; Locks himself in a chest, because god knows that's what he was born to do. A knot in his stomach, suffocating in the only place he belongs. His heart beat; His only friend. Watches it grow old and die right before his eyes. Oh the joy of a duprass!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
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