Sunday, 4 September 2011
relic punch
And every minute, the night is a hunter for my mind, and every second, I was fighting only to be kind.
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And every minute, the night is a hunter for my mind, and every second, I was fighting only to be kind.
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A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
And every minute, the night is a hunter for my mind, and every second, I was fighting only to be kind.
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