I'm a girl with no lock to my mind, I can go any place I want without moving an inch, I am unobtainable. I fear oblivion, as do millions of other people, but it's not oblivion itself I fear, no, it's what lies in oblivion that crawls underneath my skin. Ever since I started to breathe I started to die getting closer and closer to oblivion, air is what kills me, it is my poison, therefore it is my pollution.
- The land of the free willed
- JoinedFebruary 22, 2014
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