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Whispers in the air from a forgotten dream, a world with no options left, disappearing into obscurity just to escape from all this. Monsters do exist, I've seen them. Bigots know their place with select souls available, a social desolation. The world I see changed, but unchanged.... With old ghosts kicking down the door.
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Hard and Unkind
Whispers in the air from a forgotten dream, a world with no options left, disappearing into obscurity just to escape from all this. Monsters do exist, I've seen them. Bigots know their place with select souls available, a social desolation. The world I see changed, but unchanged.... With old ghosts kicking down the door.
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
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