white rapids are now a quiet stream in the middle of a clique meadow previously a battleground chased away the demons turned on the light to see they were nothing more than a pile of dirty clothes say bye-bye to the only world that could have existed the shouting the mob of voices violently debating died where they were standing and now there's only one voice listening insanity and unknowing were my muses now with neither you can guess what happensBirth sign: Gemini
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