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There is a final moment where you can look him in the eyes. So vividly, you swore that your flag has been disregarded. Ripped by the seams, falling in fitting yet frivolous pieces. You can imagine them as a whole. The master proof plan you dreamed of. The point where it all made since. But to him, it is a conquer of what you will never see. Until. That moment you lock eyes and finally accept Your dream as the fitting appetite upon his eyes. Realizing the final way to see your dream come true, Begins the last moment his eyes close as it swallows them whole. You then shake hands, and part ways on the battle field.
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Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
Man of Defeat.
There is a final moment where you can look him in the eyes. So vividly, you swore that your flag has been disregarded. Ripped by the seams, falling in fitting yet frivolous pieces. You can imagine them as a whole. The master proof plan you dreamed of. The point where it all made since. But to him, it is a conquer of what you will never see. Until. That moment you lock eyes and finally accept Your dream as the fitting appetite upon his eyes. Realizing the final way to see your dream come true, Begins the last moment his eyes close as it swallows them whole. You then shake hands, and part ways on the battle field.
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Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
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