In this decaying world, this creation I have come to know as crus ærsud tir... I can only stand breathless as hope spills silently from my wounded soul. Yet, there is a wordless repose in this suffering. A momentary epiphany gained only by those who have realized the futility in bandaging their wounds. We are all powerless.
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Agreed?
Agreed.
I like to agree with myself, I must be on D R U G S!!!!
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