

FiveFive As I watch the snowfall in delicate slow drifts, I know this day will be the last. The last day that I will have to endure that which has worn down my soul. Through this window, I view the world.Five
The world I have separated myself from in this place of solitude. I place my hand upon the cool pane of glass and sigh heavily. It seems as if my very fingers are counting down my time here. I tap them upon the glass one by one. I tear my eyes from the window, and from the world.
I turn my attentions to the cold reality of my situation. My gaze takes in this room. A pale painted, four walled ,drab room. My c
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...........Apples and Cornuts.........
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I'm not drunk.......You're drunk
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Off with their heads...
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Off with their heads...
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Off with their heads...
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