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its 6.40 pm just back from collage.first thing i have done after putting my satchel is writing this snippet.i have nothing to tell or a tale to live for. just to short to frame it up. no new sky to fly for,no new liking ..still the same . all thoughts still secluded as a sharp blaze. a blooded heart with a sweet tinge of lunacy. inside cretin is still busy editing it games with new rules. by the wind, my weird self rattles for a life. while i break for a death in this life..a head stained with lust. agonizing the day light . my head cries in volume and i cant hear my hearts pulsating rhythms. i wanna reach for your sky and paint it up. sometime i am so mad at my self . i scream at the sky but its fucking empty.my vocal chord of chaos slowly fades its resonance .November doom is over and December is all ready to troll. with the shades to kill this year. November a redeemer of just pain and sorrow. an occult with many demises and stupid cries. my heart is still green. water me i am still here..water me