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Deep thoughts on life

He whispers to me through the walls, He makes his presence known throughout the halls. The floor boards creak, My wick goes weak, I know he's he..

The speaker waits as guilt eats him alive, and he waits for a Raven to arrive.

A twist on the already gruesome fairy tale

Madness isn't real. Saneness isn't neither. Nothing is, as a matter of fact. How can it be real if nothing exists? Time isn't real, Numbers ain..

Upon the petals of a wilted rose, You may read the tales of all its woes. Lifeless veins, their secrets kept. They silently watched as their handle..

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