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13 psychotic sufferings
Date: Jun 22nd, 2006 10:43:06 am - Subscribe

Mood: free
Noise: Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus

Colorful, shiny lights attacking my eyes and smoke getting inside my lungs, bluring reality.
1...2...1...2...3...4...5..6... - 10....
Noise tearing my ears with earth-quakes.
Breathe... Breathe...
And inside again. Mirrors and lose. Many people, but actually there were no one. A tragic heroine in a survival war boasting with her prestige mask collection.
It didn't hurt.
But now all of my body feels like it've been abused. Pictures relieving life, floating behind my eyes and it won't help... What can help when it's already too late? Sleep... Coma...
Too bad that I fell. I haven't seen what's infront of me, closed my eyes and tried to fly, but I gradually crashed, by rolling of the cliff into the abyss. It's always dark in here. Rays of light never reach these hidden places, and no sound will be ever heard above the ground.
I survived.
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