The Anthology
The wave kept on washing over me
The wave kept on washing over me. And no matter what I did or how hard I tried, it would always engulf me and I would drowned. All I remember thinking was Please God, kill me. Morning Jan 1, 2010 Im back in the dream. The wave is coming at me only this time I fealt something…
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