Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: The Cold

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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

The Cold

I think my skull is shrinking, Squeezing my brain, There is no room for thinking Only confusion and pain. I think my head is getting smaller And my brain is coming out my nose, I can feel my IQ fall a Little more each time I blow. I think my head is shrinking. Sign in to see full entry.

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