Topic: Procreation | |
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Why was I born if not to procreate?
Born sterile...thundered my soul into the abyss... My soul torn cried out into the night... Little by little I struggled through the planes of time and space... Became a work-a-holic.... Cancer was my saviour.. Without the disease I would never have found paradise.. Living each day as my last... The waters clear... The air pure... Cleansed my heart and soul... |
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