This scilence consumes my mind, as scheduled.
Unspoken and reserved, it willingly surrenders.
Opinion is rendered illegal in this city.
No longer will this go on, they say. Decievers, they are.
For it is you who will be decieved.
Aug 1, 2011
Aug 1, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC
This scilence consumes my mind, as scheduled.
Unspoken and reserved, it willingly surrenders.
Opinion is rendered illegal in this city.
No longer will this go on, they say. Decievers, they are.
For it is you who will be decieved.
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