Justification of unknown promises, recollection of obsidian treasures, replication of synthetic realities, celebration of unfaithful pleasures... Free me from this prison, I’ve been held long enough, No longer will I be your puppet, No longer will I be your escape... Termination of youthful laughter, vindication of appropriate insanity, regeneration of shattered holocausts, discoloration of troubled fantasy... Unshackle me from these chains, that you’ve incased me deep within, No longer shall I be your forgiveness, No longer shall I be your mercy... No longer shall it be this way...Birth sign: Aries
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