Date: 9/13/2011

rambilings of a lost case

at the edge of the world i sit tonight remonising of a world in constind chans. . . bleading for a mensin of hope. brocking, lonly, denide any glimer of hope. still we get up every day and run this rat rais abliveas of what is arand us to cot up in hatrid and dismay. then a singel second pases wear love and admorasin is all you feel, love of the unknown death a sertin sens of love snap back and keep runing your game

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