Lyric PoemA Poem by KeybladeMaster
Your amused of death. You don't talk much, never wasting a single breath. You think that life has nothing left to chance, a host of holy horrors to direct your aimless dance. Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial. For what it's worth, it was worth all the while. How stubborn are the scars when they won't fade away, or just a gentle reminder that now are better days. Walk along to another day. Work a little harder, work another way. You're too big to fail. Put your time in hard, we're all coming of age.
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Love Me Not
1986, Penny Herrera falls into the predatory clutches of Matt, an older man who has no other intention than to alter Pen Stats
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