Feeling yourself empty and tide...Going on the lone way to nowhere, a place quiet alike mysterious catacombs of Astral. Meeting some irreal figures from your memory, as awful, as you imagine them. Screaming because of fear, sorrow and contempt. A painful process of one man's mind. On the lone road to misty nowhere.
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Эту запись оставил(а) на своей стене Валерия Чулева
