Hwang Sung Yung. That's me. A spikey-haired, sword-swinging juvenile delinquent who has written over 20 peices of poetry about his own penis
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I've thought for so long on how to post a comment to this. I started with a dream, but alas it seemed too strange to post as a comment, I took it back and started to write teh same comment again. I started writing a mediocre comment that didn't have much of anything in it.
Soon days turned to nights. Nights turned to days. And yet, no comment to show for it. So here I am. Commentless. I only have a story of the comment that should have been. May the world be happy.
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Soon days turned to nights. Nights turned to days. And yet, no comment to show for it. So here I am. Commentless. I only have a story of the comment that should have been. May the world be happy.
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