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going on backwards full on not caring where im going not looking not seeing towards birth blocks of ice turning into fire seven shells sinking in a mire rise back up, and crawl away |
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| ***STICKLER*** |
Doubtful. I will probably disappear when I feel like it, but know this, I will NEVER do what you hope for most. And for Scott, your love is a sunny day in the Arctic Circle. You know LadyPictureShow and FliesInTheVasoline, not to mention the ROSES somebody supposedly gave me on my birthday deathbed. Scott dear, why did you bother roaming through the WickedGarden in the first place? Where's the leader OF Hell?! damnit |
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