Planes rush above as I stand below. They bring death and destruction to wherever they're going. The smogy sky crys rain. I want out of this Hell. I listen to emo music.
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Devastation in research - part seven
Planes rush above as I stand below. They bring death and destruction to wherever they're going. The smogy sky crys rain. I want out of this Hell. I listen to emo music.
