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Nothing I say clicks with you I am repetitive in nature And have only been so To get my point across
Silent corridors echo whispers of regret To some, to all, to none
Confused as I am reckless I dive in head first Icy chills down my spine As cold as the hand of death itself
Reasons for the limits of our minds Reshaped and recycled for our plays Never setting in the sun Until our dreams become miscarriages
Impossible to continue on We sink slowly into the dark Our lungs burning Eyes b

HAY YOU!
THANKS FOR THE WATCH! :3
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RETURNING TO DRAMATIC POSE!
THE EVENT OF THE CENTURY!
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This is history, writing itself all over.
This is it for me, I cant go on, I cant, I cant.
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~"Don't Panic"~
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This is history, writing itself all over.
This is it for me, I cant go on, I cant, I cant.
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"It kills zombies, alot, of zombies" [link]
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This is history, writing itself all over.
This is it for me, I cant go on, I cant, I cant.
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This is history, writing itself all over.
This is it for me, I cant go on, I cant, I cant.
Thank you so much for the
Greez
Miya
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My Complete Galery
Miya's Subdomain (c) ~WingMcCallister
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This is history, writing itself all over.
This is it for me, I cant go on, I cant, I cant.
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