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- you were the painter, and i became your canvas, as your wrath was brought upon me, red flowed like a river of sorrows. i understand, it is my end. game over for me, goodbye my love, goodbye, matrix. -
// cypher pythus • 090615 • 01:13AM //
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run; the anecdotes
Krótkie Opowiadaniatwo boys. two tales of tragedy. one string of fate. all you've got to do is; run. | © hyungniiim
