Saturday, August 20, 2011
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it waste away like smoke trapt in asmall room
no escape. no enter. just stuck.
nothin' left to do but linger. until it dissapear..
it feels like life.
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7/29/2025 6:14:36 AM # 1.0.0
nothin' left to do but linger. until it dissapear.. it feels like life. You aptly prove that life does not bother about title.Life is battered and flows accordingly it wants or wanted to or predecided by God.