but I mustn't forget now... I mustn't forget Jacob, I mustn't forget Joe...
I'm mustn't forget this diary nor the others...
Back? Maybe... On the front? Definitely


ReflectionThe day was nearing it's end, the last sunrays coming from afar, red flooding the landscape, giving it surreal look, breaking the barrier between real and unreal. Somewhere in a distance a dog was barking.Reflection
Light was reluctanly, somewhat shyly, entering the small room where he was standing.
He wore black, as always. Black leather and black jeans, black shirt, blending with shadows of the room, only eyes glowing with light from the window. He was gazing into a large mirror standing in front of him, and his reflection stared back at him. He was certainly not handsome, his body wasn't deformed by any sickness but yet, the
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my war paint is sharpie ink.
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"Long live comrade Schizophrenia!" the masses shouted.
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"Long live comrade Schizophrenia!" the masses shouted.
Slovak Community [link]
Please visit my gallery - [link]
and feel free to comment.
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"Long live comrade Schizophrenia!" the masses shouted.
Slovak Community [link]
Please visit my gallery - [link]
and feel free to comment.
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Quick! In 5 seconds this message will self destruc-
BEWM
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"Long live comrade Schizophrenia!" the masses shouted.
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and feel free to comment.
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"They gave us two shots to the back of the head."
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"Long live comrade Schizophrenia!" the masses shouted.
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