Once again I see the truth behind the absent minded lies. I cant stand the undying end. I want to push the twisted crimson rose over teh broken glass just to see it tear and burn. I want to see its flesh roll through the dirt. I want to touch the ramins and hold them close acting as if i care. Why why why should i dare to care about it . I
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