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I open the door: Empty jars on cold glass shelves Left longing for more

Once, A man truly loved me It felt nice Until I woke up

The cat's on my bed Ears twitching with his message This spot is taken

My heart grows cold within its lonely cell No company is allowed to visit Quiet as a bird who knows its cage well Though unwilling to be content ..

Terror is the same twenty second video endlessly looped during media crazes. Scenes of horror replayed countless times shoved in front of our lo..

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