Friday 9 August 2013

not a game

there is no point in fighting us
we are everywhere
we are nowhere
we are the sounds underneath your bed at night
we are the whispers in your ear
we are the urges in your mind

we are not an entity


he is trapped in our web

Help me, someone..anyone

They're twisting my words. I can't even write anything anymore without whatever the fucking hell this thing is replacing my posts.

-Phoenix

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