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tiMe always leads to deatH they are sCreaMing & it maKes me feel strOnger hate always brIngs this tight eMotiOn sCattered by lOving EYEs but never do i meet theM so iT grOws slOwly preveNTing gentleness from spreading sHowing rOughness always feels eAsier aNGeR is so nOisy turning aNGeLs deaF but... Sign in to see full entry.