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Phone of FatesThe phone began to ring 10 p.m. My sweat flooding the hallways Drowning even the bravest of knights IronyPhone of Fates
I grab my fate 10:02 p.m. My heart begins to stop Holding up the traffic in my veins Anxiety
I heard a voice So pure and familiar The voice of what could never be But will always be a friend The answer to everything Relief
An hour passed… Smile…
Cheersmy life revolves around lies I don't know whose grave I pissed on but I can't seem to escape themCheers
my heart has a tab at the hospital where everybody knows my name just drain the blood and start over
my soul is so tattered a disturbed and troubled youth shivering in a man's shell
my body pale as salt like the trunk of a tree you can count the scars
i've found nothing but the cold barrel of a gun in my mouth i've seen nothing but hope that kicked in kneecaps in i've lived for nothing at all.
Idle Chattersmirk the clock ticks away our feng shui goddess whispering to me lost too much confusion complication nobody knows shudder were we that blind questions were lost but they made the answers forgotten forgotten forgottenIdle Chatter
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I've recently paid a visit to the city of Lvov, in Ukraine (in Ukrainian - L'viv, to be proper). This was my second time in Lvov, and I knew I'd return with great photos. It's a beautiful city. The most of it hasn't changed a single bit since the pre-WWII period, frozen in time, rotting peacefully at its own pace, hardly renovated, but throbbing with life, people seemingly living on ruins of some ancient extinct civilisation. I wouldn't hesitate to call this place the "Cuba of Eastern Europe".
Only this time, in the middle of joyous shooting of old tenement houses, something made me stop. And quickly wiped
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"To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift."
Steve Prefontaine
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Lara Jade.
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