The Chaotic Poet
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People roam the Earth everyday, but have they ever stopped and realized, that maybe one day...you will never roam it again?
Or, that when you look at the mirror, you see a different person instead of yourself-a monster even? When everything around you crumbles into dust; and all you can do is watch the time go tick tick. Because I think about that too-your not alone.
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