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Things replace things. Days replace days. Things replace things. Run run run run run run. And you cannot run or ever, ever escape. You cannot run or ever hide it away. Something glorious is about to happen: The Reckoning
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
The Reckoning
Things replace things. Days replace days. Things replace things. Run run run run run run. And you cannot run or ever, ever escape. You cannot run or ever hide it away. Something glorious is about to happen: The Reckoning
bobby-blues
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
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