That weird taste in my mouth when I take out my retainer pales in comparrison to the shadows slithering through my veins whenever those moncled spectres appear in that stretch of road in the science building. It was only a dream of a hope of something more. Something scarred in the scarred eyes of a blind beggars hopeless requiem and the prophets
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