SomeThings turn into rants.REFRESH to see nothing, shodows consume my everystep, my everydream my everyday. one day i will not be so weak, cold, and helpless, one day i will rise up and take the day. and that day will be a day that will be remembered for all time, just as if it were an epic battle of midevil times, the story will live on even if the characters do not. there will be no regrets for everyone did all that they could, there will be nothing like able danger, where someone knew that something horrible could happen, no one was prepaired, and no one was told to keep their mouths shut to keep the media in the dark, becasue no one knew what was going to happen. mSomeThings turn into rants.
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Bomb ArtStars to guide the road ahead, I’d rather be back home instead. I only know which way to go, But I can’t see; too much debris.Bomb Art
The windows up, the freezing air; Another home? It’s years to there. I can’t go back, no fuel to burn If I stop now, I won’t return…
The darkest nights and the speed of light! We can’t explore one minute more? There’s nothing here but the empty space, And road without a human trace… Reaching out for someone else? Another place, another time, a different kind?
You provide the useless chatter, Avoidi
i still have eight.
Neutral
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guns are scary
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The stars are like holes in my robotic soul.
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guns are scary
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~The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning~
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The stars are like holes in my robotic soul.
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The stars are like holes in my robotic soul.
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The stars are like holes in my robotic soul.
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The stars are like holes in my robotic soul.
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The stars are like holes in my robotic soul.
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