Ragequitting bad games these days
A tempest freed from shackles
and a moving wall of water gently flows
a far shore appears, nearer to the eye than it ever has peered
and the flow of words echoes continuously evermore, everlasting in my mind
*Yawn*... and still nobody writes to me wtf you losers.
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*Yawn*... and still nobody writes to me wtf you losers.