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Aug 2019
§ounds louder than
İt is suppose to when you don't know what to do.
Łies hurt more when you're sitting in it, waiting for something to happen.
Əverything you see seems to turn your eyes icy and watery.
Ñumbness comes after the Blood on your hands.
Əspecially when you realize that you murdered innocents and Death himself in the
Ğŕeåť. Wåŕ. Of. Silent.
H
Prister
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Prister  13/Bigender
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