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The trees are dead! The trees are dead! We can’t even breathe a single breath of air, but do we honestly care? Animals dying, People crying, this is the price we pay for lying. Rain drops like acid, but the storms won’t be subtle, they’ll be crashing like atomic bombs dropping so casually, turning everything green into ashes. We don’t feel anything when we **** because humans aren't worthy to fee love or compassion or any form of attraction. Why do we exist? We exist solely to turn everything green to black, like a pretentious maniac.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
Doomsday
The trees are dead! The trees are dead! We can’t even breathe a single breath of air, but do we honestly care? Animals dying, People crying, this is the price we pay for lying. Rain drops like acid, but the storms won’t be subtle, they’ll be crashing like atomic bombs dropping so casually, turning everything green into ashes. We don’t feel anything when we **** because humans aren't worthy to fee love or compassion or any form of attraction. Why do we exist? We exist solely to turn everything green to black, like a pretentious maniac.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
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