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Darkness, it comes for me.
9.12.07
I.
I can tell you everything in life that I never want to be.
But I can't let you know of a single thing I plan on being.
So I'll trust that you know what's best and where this going.
Because I can't let you know of a single place i want to go.
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Broken Records. Broken Teeth.
Recalled To Life
vile and wretched
Wealth and Excursions
Meaningless, Meaningless, Meaningless
Pastoral Genocide
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