THE LOOP

rainbowhalo1

SUICIDE IS NOT DYING ITS WAKING UP LIFE IS A SPIRITUAL DREAM. FRAGMENTED BY NIGHTMARES THE WORST BEING PRECEDED  BY CALM`THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM TURNS THE WINDS INTO STORMS`COLD TO HYPERTHERMIA`HEAT TO 3RD DEGREE BURNS.

tHERE IS NO LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

ITS A NEVER ENDING LOOP LIKE A HUMAN HAMSTER ON A WHEEL RUN RUN STOP LOOK Around where are you right where you began your stuck you prat your stuck.

mj mcleod

30.3.2016

  • Author: rainbowhalo1 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 30th, 2016 06:24
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