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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The Present



The Present

There are no words,
only sounds of silence ringing through my head.
There is no feeling,
just a lot of numbness and the feel of feeling dead.
There is no hope,
yet I know that it's to hope I'm clinging...
There is no future,
unless of course, it's the future I'm bringing.



4 comments:

  1. I trust by present you meant a tiny fraction of time that we cant catch you explained that well

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  2. in those past years,the clothing which caused traffic accident
    كل فستان الدانتيل الأسود
    يجعل كل فستان الدانتيل الأسود أنيقة يمكنك أن تصبح أكثر نضجاً وجاذبية، إذا أردت، ثم انقر هنا

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  3. in those past years,the clothing which caused traffic accident
    يجعل بدلة أنيقة يمكنك أن تصبح أكثر نضجاً وجاذبية، إذا أردت، ثم انقر هنا

    كل حلة بيضاء

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  4. in those past years,the clothing which caused traffic accident
    الجيش معطف الصوف

    لا تتردد، يمكنك ماوس انقر هنا

    الانضمام إلى موقعنا، لا من البرد في الشتاء

    الجيش معطف الصوف

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