Today,
I died. Again.
I keep doing so, and feeling more decrepit every time,
In spite of this young, shiny shell.
I wish I could break the spell.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
Today,
I died. Again.
I keep doing so, and feeling more decrepit every time,
In spite of this young, shiny shell.
I wish I could break the spell.
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