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Fold for life, unfold for death. Conscience coming on strong. What are your regrets? These bones would be between my fingers regardless. All good fun in tow, but now your ghost knows. You had a show to live, and yes you did. I see my feet fall within your prints. All good to blame, when I'm doing this.
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
Life Eternal: The Dopamine ConX
Fold for life, unfold for death. Conscience coming on strong. What are your regrets? These bones would be between my fingers regardless. All good fun in tow, but now your ghost knows. You had a show to live, and yes you did. I see my feet fall within your prints. All good to blame, when I'm doing this.
Simillacrum
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
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