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Sep 21
maybe it is tragedy
maybe it is fate
but till Time itself bleeds as sacrifice
it is us
who must pay
with the debt of life
“I swear to you that to think too much is a disease, a real, actual disease.”
Written by
Samuel  M
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   Blue Sapphire
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