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The hidden box, beyond the abyss of infinite nature, marks the beginning of the world spinning around. A box of myseteries, feelings, sins and wars, an opening of beauty and chaos in admist of wondering constellations. An epitome of a hauntingly beautiful destruction, a slavery of many hypocritical power-driven successor and lust-filled idiots, crave for brilliant over-taking of the mind. Seeking the closing, is hard. Souls scattered across the Earth, Gaia is never at rest.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
Pandora.
The hidden box, beyond the abyss of infinite nature, marks the beginning of the world spinning around. A box of myseteries, feelings, sins and wars, an opening of beauty and chaos in admist of wondering constellations. An epitome of a hauntingly beautiful destruction, a slavery of many hypocritical power-driven successor and lust-filled idiots, crave for brilliant over-taking of the mind. Seeking the closing, is hard. Souls scattered across the Earth, Gaia is never at rest.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
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