I just don't know how people can be void of everything moral.
Everything sensable.
Everything...
::slowly and sadly nods::
sad
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Tonight I write my Fate in a book of tortured lies and tales of evil beings. I sign my name with crimson red running from the inflicted wound. Dwelling upon the thought of life and death in a world of the damned.
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