Hero Gone Wrong - Tronnor Au
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"That's because they were so deeply and well immersed, lost in pools of emotions of their desperate acts to make the best, happy domain as possible to reach their desired standards on foreign grounds.. To encompass the unwanted mishaps, neglect the burdensome and ..hope to god not one single breath would be effected with that lingering smell of poisonous, deadly misery both creatures couldn't portray themselves, worth documenting as they are left to forever recognize themselves as the creative fools they paint across their not-so innocent faces!"
"Hey murder, let's play victims! shall we?"
"Forgiveness won't play bandaid on these ..sight full tracks for sore eyes you've left behind. Oh my, oh my, dear don't cry, I too am glad that the script mentions how a much of great hand, commitment plays the role of shame to embark your journey to your bittersweet, derision, selfish, ignominy-reeking future to spend your life on, whilst you're still at good at hands at standing under the spotlight of embarrassment! ..Quite a show for your audience huh? Oh and before you step over those dead bodies like it's nothing, don't go denying the stories they all behold that nasty pigmentation and redolence, save your goddamn happy tears they're deserved to be heard to the rest of this filthy world!"
"You're still on chapter of don't fuck it up?' How much longer do I have to be waiting for you to set foot on chapter of you've had your chance?"
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