LA CROIX - A SUICIDE BOYS FANFIC
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The faded music was in the background and I saw unique heads of hair everywhere around me. The music pulsed in and out of focus. I felt a deep satisfaction in my body. As i slowly regained consciousness of myself, i felt my being swaying to the music. The room were filled with red alleviated lights, that laid the atmosphere of the room. Again i pulsed in and out of importance to society. To feel nonessential and important to society at the same time, makes me feel free and passionate about my being.
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