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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Immobile, Wheels that no longer will turn, A sad face, Stuck in place, But to travel her dreams yearns; Nothing moves Won’t improve, Months have become many years, Once were schemes Built with dreams, Now just stationary fears, Immobile Desires that slowly burns. Gloom |
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