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No, what is life without fear? Yes, what is growth without seed? You have been an impostor to yourself, and the mirror is opaque. Tremors loom faceless choirs, bellowing runes of disjoint. Subconsciousness cradles reality, and awakens the false soul.
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
The Vanity Screams, "Impostor"
No, what is life without fear? Yes, what is growth without seed? You have been an impostor to yourself, and the mirror is opaque. Tremors loom faceless choirs, bellowing runes of disjoint. Subconsciousness cradles reality, and awakens the false soul.
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
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