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Aug 2013
Run, fast
and don't look back
at the phantoms who chase you.

For if you look into
the darkness.
It becomes a part of you.

Your imagination
is the foundation of
your reality.

You can never be lost
if you follow the silver-cord trail
all the way home.

Back into
my arms
again.
Sacrelicious
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Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
(31/M/Hell)   
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