Sitting there awake in bed, wondering where it all started. What single motion of chance caused this first breath to awaken you from the void of nonexistence. Another thought as to how this complex pattern of ideas came across from a once peaceful childhood.
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Deep Down
Deep down By the Beautiful bay There lived a beautiful woman There she cried everyday
Blood-Stained Perfection
Blood-Stained Perfection
Destined (Part III)
I could not forget the night that he had come to visit me. Something about him… something…