Pressure Point Lock Box

I’m as free as I was yesterday, free to be who I wish to be or was prior. I took the blade to my palm and cut as the blood flowed from my porcelain skin. It was simply gratifying to know that I’d be speaking to you once more. It flowed like an hourglass ticking away to doomsday. You were blessed, you feel like making a change that will stick. You spied on them, and fought for a possession and or meaning. Frantically flying up, never certain of what is to come after all of this. You had glass, and were about to cut through the tire. Without limit you were, timeless and incapable of any sort of. Those thoughts were blank, without any course or plans.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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