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Kid Hatred

"Memento mori." He whispers, in a language as dead as my hopes and dreams. I laugh at his ignorance; I'm as immortal as they come. I'll live in memories and the grass, I'll haunt the **** out of this place, out of your place, out of this whole **** stained island. I don't just fuckin' die- I live forever. I live just to drag you all down when you won't be able to do the same to me. Hell ain't gonna take me, either. I'll be the scariest ghost you'll ever know of, because I'll never find enough peace in haunting all of you. So I won't be going anywhere.
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Dec 7, 2012
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