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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The emptiness will haunt you @ 1:03 AM


The night sky feels as though it has never been darker, with the fleeting hope of vengeance compelling me I attempt to recollect myself from and resume my chase. But what is it that I am chasing? Am I really chasing anything at all? Or am I simply drowning myself in revenge to avoid the horrifying truth, I've lost the only thing that made me feel truly alive. Are my hands responsible? Are his? Who was he? Who was the mad man that stood before me tonight?I swear I've seen his face before. I know I've seen his face before.

P▲PERHE▲RTS
Umairazxz

Seventeen;
I can smile and frown at the same time, can you?















We all have been degraded We all have been the greatest

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