

I forgetSometimes I forget to breath this air that fills my lungs; To fill myself up and live. To feel the blood that pluses. To feel the warmth rushing in, rushing out. A walking skeleton I am. Just dusty old bones, waiting to lie in the earth. This corpse that walks, this corpse that dies. This corpse that has nothing left to live for. A dying wish, a dying plee. Forgiving was never a thing of this heart. Sometimes I forget to breathe this air thats in my lungs. Visions of a century old corpse, trapped in a cage of never forgiving, always living.I forget
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Chu Chu Lovely Muni Muni Mura Mura Purin Purin Boron Nurururerorero!
no problem, check out some of my writing, would be appreciated if you have the time, more on the way.
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Chu Chu Lovely Muni Muni Mura Mura Purin Purin Boron Nurururerorero!
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YES, I HAVE IT FREAKING MEMORIZED ALREADY. CHRIST.
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"ALL HAIL, THE ALL ALMIGHTY 3 STRING BASS GUITAR!!"
-Thoreau
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