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He strains against the chains that bind, Eyes burned by a brightness that flickers, The horizon is bleak for him, As against his rock he struggles, The sun prickles his skin, As the darkness rolls away on the edge of sight, His sight casts forward, wasteland sites fly by, The tower, the future the past, His energy again spent he hangs, Against the rock within solitude, For an attempt for tomorrow, For that he will rest.


Myself TornSlip the leash, Hide the pain, Never being controlled again, Past hauting in simplicity, Yet forged anew a path ahead of me, Slip the bonds, Soured accomplishments, Happiness fades as black fades from grey, Called, commanded, ingored for now, Hear no calling on hallowed ground, Abyss inviting, With no fear of dying, Memories purged with bliss, Fear the hypnotic kiss, Feel the marks, Scorched skin heat, Heart drumming, Different beats, Stained soul twisting nigh, Blackened heart, Maybe mine, Wavelengths shared,Myself Torn
Mind reels hot, Passion flared,  
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There are 10 types of peoples in the world, those who read the binary and other.
Il y a 10 types de personnes dans le monde, ceux qui lisent le binaire et les autres!
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purrrrr
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~Hikari
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mew
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玉
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Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas
habebunt.
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ideals... deception... humanity...
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