POG life, by andrew |
I am trained to kill and endure harsh places, but all I kill is time, and see old faces. In about 10 days i'll be back home with my TV, but for now the tables have turned, and time is killing me. |
Posted: 2011-05-04 22:21:13 UTC |
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