Friday, April 27, 2012

Cell


A collection of memories.
An undestined existence through centuries.
A random definition of viability.
And the original shaping of the infinite.
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  1. BitchMay 18, 2012 at 2:06 PM

    Your taste in music..is changing over the years..
    I could commit suicide!!!

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