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Life grants us the possibility of being alive, Life grants us the possibility of dying, Therefore Life may possibily be a bitch. //Memento Mori//

Saturday, 16 February 2008

Interlude:A

I am but a piece of dirt, that has taken human shape.
I can only aspire to so little:
To die painlessly,
To die young and to leave a beatiful corpse,
so a fucked up mortician can enjoy my former body.
posted by Soul Cracker at 02:06
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