my heart is as dead as a doornail. just going through the motions outliving myself feeling the world revolving nay, willing it waving it goodbye as it leaves me in the dust the more i think about authentic connections the less i can authentically connect. have i locked myself up or have i died inside --that is the question the fire is it smoldering still i shall lay myself under the chidden winter sun until it reignites -- 英语文工作室 http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jsengstudio/ 个板 defenestrate --

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