EUTHANASIA HOMEBASE
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MatureOngoing19m
Last published Tue, Jul 30, 2019
A collection of my deepest thoughts, the troubling pain of the troubles of this childhood home base. The attaching torment, the memories are Euthanasia to my soul. I hope you can learn, feel my Braille like words and see the shining darkness in the night time sky like the moon. Completed in my deepest poems, knowledgeable vocabulary. Enjoy. [Disclaimer: Some stuff may be graphic. Be warned, other than that. Enjoy the Beautifully disturbing museum of my mind. Follow the Chessboard like maze]
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