Holding on.
Grasping to.Tightening...Frightening scene.Unforgettable adventure.Films in a cycle.Memories non-recycles.Retaining the pain for many days, nights, weeks and months.Nights pacing feverishly.Deliverance.Death takes you to another place.Out of place.Thoughts imploding the soul.Told and told to forget and hold on.The unforgettable frightening...pain raising tightening of grasps holding on.Dragging slowly to a new...
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The Immortal Wize says: Gripping!!! |
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SupHomeboi says: Lovin' it! |
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