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walls, worn out with pride paint, scratched off with anger floor, mudded with vices. start again. (and there goes the sound of destruction. then silence. all that is left is a broken wasteland.)
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
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walls, worn out with pride paint, scratched off with anger floor, mudded with vices. start again. (and there goes the sound of destruction. then silence. all that is left is a broken wasteland.)
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
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