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Cycles of Survival

Diminutive skills are no answer for the implosion of the mind. What the mind can't reach, the fingers can’t comprehend, can’t produce. The cycle of death succumbs to the cycle of survival, and we go for another ride. God help me in this, again.

What About This Old Souls, That They Can't Live a Normal Life.



Comments

Miladysa said…
I'll say a little prayer for you Ghostie x
Mythily said…
Come on GP... Dont be like this...
tulipspeaks said…
enna achi? online le kuude kanome?


ammu.

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