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In my white room i stand thoughts of madness abound. My reality diffrent from yours as I'm your angel of death, granted many wishes, I have sent them all to a better place. Screams of joy they gave me with there last breath, in there reality victims they are called and the sreams I heard, were screams of their death choked out of them until there was no more breath at all. But in my reality i now stand in my heaven, which is white all around as the voices said i would end, in my jacket i stand listening to my vocies my only friends.
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
My White Room
In my white room i stand thoughts of madness abound. My reality diffrent from yours as I'm your angel of death, granted many wishes, I have sent them all to a better place. Screams of joy they gave me with there last breath, in there reality victims they are called and the sreams I heard, were screams of their death choked out of them until there was no more breath at all. But in my reality i now stand in my heaven, which is white all around as the voices said i would end, in my jacket i stand listening to my vocies my only friends.
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
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