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Hypocriticals if we say we love, yet spill our bloods behind each other. She said she is your best friend Yet she stabs you in the back. This kind is the Story for The Gods
Shapeless as the shadowthey creep,they lurch,they change,from the bright dayjoyous and gay,or the dim twilight,melancholy and grievous,to the black nightraging and grim.
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