I swear on all the gods
that don’t exist: whatever
is haunting you will always
breathe down the back
of your neck. You will never
outrun yourself. Go travel
this entire ****** and ******
up world. You'll come back
a ghost.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 5:53 AM UTC
I swear on all the gods
that don’t exist: whatever
is haunting you will always
breathe down the back
of your neck. You will never
outrun yourself. Go travel
this entire ****** and ******
up world. You'll come back
a ghost.
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