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Zalaria

Published: Mar 22, 2015

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GOOD GOD... over 3,000 views?!? I'M OFFICIALLY SPEECHLESS...

Interpret this as you wish. It's a thought that has been lingering for a long while now, and I just now realized how much power is held.

And my apologies for my inactivity >< I just got back into one of my favorite online games sooooooo yeah xD

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TheGothicLight

Sep 27, 2016

I start all my suicide notes with this. I have so many. I feel like I write on almost everyday.

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