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Coma Lies The Great Western Basin

feel like seven hours, when in agonising pain. How the mind translates time is unique to every single one of us. Time lies. Time drags. Time scorns. Time

It started out as necessity, for my own survival to feed my starving body. It was eat or die, and with every mouthful I felt myself gain strength. Unrivaled

My fingertips are frozen to the bone, I think this is the last winter that I will ever see with these old eyes. With these old dead eyes. I am your

They were your children, they were so young, you were meant to protect them from these awful things. How could you expose them to such atrocities as