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This life is sheer nonsense (Other) by Prince of Void

Since I’ve reflected This life is sheer nonsense I’m always looking for something That could be somewhere I don’t know But I will get it somehow In some times That’s too late For the time of what I want That pierced the future To the bleakness of sense To the possibilities of impossibilities That I’ve been infected I'm holding inside the terminal disease That I was born with That I have to live with That can be last second I m breathing in this air In this temporary peace It seems nothing just despairs

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 22-Mar-07/5:03 PM
He cannot complain, for he has chosen THE WAY OF THE CRIPPLE. Many a man may be UNBELIEVABLY APPALLING, and yet be able to hide at will behind a wheelchair of innocence. God is Love. God is Kind. God is Just. Those that deserve CRIPPLEDOM, live in CRIPPLEDOM. Those that deserve better, shall be granted handsome, glistening legs, and sleek buttocks, and they shall prance about the countryside in a state of unbridled glee. I was just such a person... before The Accident.




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