Reachings of the uninspired, feeds that of which is idle,
immortalised moral is realized by the fleshed mortal,
what's that world of worth's purpose?; when one day, we shall'th enter the death portal?
I just learn to live a life, meant dying for.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
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Erm, is it difficult to live life standing on your head? You appear to be doing so in your pic! lol.
Won't know till you try!
Well, I held my breath for 24 hours one day. I didn't feel well afterwards. Dunno why?! Strange that. I was only trying to save air for a day. lol.
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