Gripped by the most severe thoughts, we drag our eyes to the sky only to see rain.
Acid rain.
Crippled by the pain of fearful running, we stop to be caught by the landslides and sinking holes.
Caked in mud.
Blinded by the rapture of dark thundering thoughts, we lose what we need to the clash.
Lightning stealing life.
Life of a 31 Status
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As I sit here contemplating the meaning of life (as a 31 Status), I'm
mentally ticking off boxes in my checklist of things to do: Cook, check.
Eat, check. ...
11 years ago
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