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Hey there, my name is p%#@c , oh, it’s you! gibberish, your thoughts, unsettled, your views. Stay-in and fuse, or leave you all loose, Make you all freakish, so people think you a fool? Your creation I am, You are my fuel, my God, my life, my death, You design my contour. Yet, I am mortal, I deserve a fine doom, Sword through my soul, And I shall rest, in the ruins.
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Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
Panic
Hey there, my name is p%#@c , oh, it’s you! gibberish, your thoughts, unsettled, your views. Stay-in and fuse, or leave you all loose, Make you all freakish, so people think you a fool? Your creation I am, You are my fuel, my God, my life, my death, You design my contour. Yet, I am mortal, I deserve a fine doom, Sword through my soul, And I shall rest, in the ruins.
" You have a meeting? Oh wait I’ll come with you. :) " said Panic.
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Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
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