Every day we were sent the ordinary mundane change.
Hue until there is one phone ....

"This is Where ...?"
Also know in a cold concrete room somewhere.
The body is connected by a chain can not move ....

"I would have passed many days on earth."
Quiet footsteps approaching, there are deprived of anything that was awaiting for the "fear" and "despair" was just ....

Pain etched, stained tyrant himself to our enjoyment, we are increasingly dominated by the body and mind can resist in vain.
The other, I wonder ... can not even do.

Now a fresh "desperation" to begin the overture that.


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