Voices in the Shadows
I basically stay up late because I am trying to delay tomorrow.
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It is a cold place. A dead place. Surrounded by only the dark, the cold, the nothing... we reach out, encounter only the cold. Only the black. Only the abyss. It is death.
I feel like he's suave and confident like a spy, but he's not a spy, he's a sex offender.
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