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LolitaRose

  • The Need[1]

    March 12, 2008 My skin is dry. I feel it hang off the bones, shedding off my fragile features. I can't breathe. My windpipe... oh, my breath is taken away ...

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By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.
— Genesis 3:19