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
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