A my Ambience is Always Askence Ardent Avarice Affecting All Actions Afflicting Apologetic Attractions...
Through a frame of melted sand i caught a glimpse of some strange man & this man he walked a path but in his hand he clutched a staff...
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The thoughts are coming to fast. I can not slow them down, alone sitting in my room humming from the lights the only sound. Twisted...
If you had a choice would you change what you got? Would you turn up the noise or thicken the plot? Or would you change nothing just to...
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