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Bring me back from this tomb, I’m trapped, There is no light, Because I’m a soldier, Trapped for their own delight,
Alone in a void so cold, Away from your voice, Your touch, Your lack makes the fingers of me, Feel something like claws, I am a monster in my own demise, Curled into chaos, A blood curdling hell, And a pain from the other side, Only in our demise, With a toe on the other line, Shall we be whole again, Burning in borrowed time.
by ~Through-inky-black
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RAWR!!! The uploaded version's kind of low-resolution. I'll have to send you a high res print of it.
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Ciao for now.
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A CATERPIE MAY CHANGE INTO A BUTTERFREE, BUT THE HEART THAT BEATS INSIDE ITS BREAST REMAINS THE SAME!
O_o; who knows, maybe one of these days you might just wake up to Anthony/Kerena porn on your pillow.
*shoots self*
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Ciao for now.
The very second I decided to answer you, you leave! Jerk! D:
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What the hell do you need a watch for, anyway? It was an antique. Deadweight tugging at your wrist. Symbol of the old you. The you that believed in time.
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You're 16! D:
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What the hell do you need a watch for, anyway? It was an antique. Deadweight tugging at your wrist. Symbol of the old you. The you that believed in time.
λΩλ
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"Cool and Stupid" -DimiSirus
I watcheth thou, MacBeth.
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Ciao for now.
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