I Breathe Through My Fingertips
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
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My soul escapes me with every tear and replenishes with each breath, leaving my aura in a state of continuous death. Each breath is the last, each tear creates more. My soul has become an expert at creating consistent pain.
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