Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Mental Toss Flycoon

Fatness feeds down. Fetid, fractured and forlorn. We lick our wounds and suck the scabs. Until grease pours out. Sanious, insane, yes. A phoenix in which we walk around. Reliving our burdens. Setting us up for failure. A lonely friendless heartbreak. Solitude and despair.

We cared so much. But cares mean nothing to nobody.

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