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Twenty minutes thirty something choking on a piece of string. Forty-seven nights desiring to escape from this prison. You never do. You never do. Scream for twenty minutes and imagine the better side of some piece of shit. Digging through the dirt you'll never see clearly you'll never because you're afraid of everything afraid of every little thing afraid afraid afraid. I never told you any of this was going to be easier. Twenty minutes choking on a piece of string. At least you're not alone in this. Kid yourself all the longer. Choking on a piece of string.


'string' JoSav 2004

What's it about? illusion of bliss



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