Crimsons last goodbye
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Last published Sun, Jul 12, 2015
Hell thats what it is hell in my head with The pain overflowing igniting the Crimsons in my mind burning everything meaningful the clocks begin to grind and rust, but bliss falls upon them the pain of the night will sooth away just before the strain begins again.
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