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Nov 2014
Hope is a poisonous thing.
If one should die, wish he falls into death without such a malicious taste in his mouth. Let him see sweet winds of life. Let him breathe the smell of liberty into his collapsed lungs, so that such a painful thought as hope may not reside in him upon his final breath.
Unity Drain
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   Victor and Just Melz
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