Step XXVII
Choleric
Sometimes I feel like my veins are on the verge of exploded with such violence that they could shatter any scapegoats presented.
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The blurring of lines. The smoke and mirrors you use to get a real chance at feeling. The embers of a dying fire that you wouldn't give a chance. The breaking of light over city awash in the revelation of new day.
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- Gene
- Youngstown, Ohio, United States
- I'm Gene. I love to sing. I like to play guitar. I don't really sleep.
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