I question life. I question why we're alive. I say I'm alive to write, to play, to perform, to entertain. I seldom believe it. Reassurance is key.
"I buried this hurt,
concealed in this heart
Go lock up your doors,
these cold steps will warm"
2010 is the Year of the Black Rainbow, and I don't care the ridicule I receive for believing this. This is my faith. This is my life. This is my god.
"I buried this hurt,
concealed in this heart
Go lock up your doors,
these cold steps will warm"
2010 is the Year of the Black Rainbow, and I don't care the ridicule I receive for believing this. This is my faith. This is my life. This is my god.
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