

AgoraphobiaI'm locked inside my head, unable to think outside the bars.Agoraphobia
Let me out, dammit! I want to be free. I want to be something different than what I am in here. This place makes me crazy. Let me out!
It's like there's something keeping me from my own front door. It looms before me, daring me to come even one step closer.
My skin is so pale. It misses the soft sweet kiss of the sun. It longs for the feeling of a natural breeze; it's sick of the cheap house-fan imitation. The windows tease me with glimpses of what I'm missing--the beautiful flowers, the lush grass.
How I miss the feel of soft gre
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My Gallery!
it is much appreciated!
-Pasgow
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Sunni/Pas
PS! Urban Mafia
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