To the thriving bones of our ancestors I ask "to what honour does my suffering owe?". Watching golden grains trickle down as my tears etch timeless groves upon my skin, at home with sorrow for my kin.
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Nerfs are for weaklings.
Boy is that brain working overtime.
This woman is a menace. I love her.
I also used to believe that, until I went missing and the police found me within 5 hours. Why didn't they wait!? if they waited I'd have been in Dubai by now.
Definately how Harley felt after that vat.
Harvey, what are you doing in this universe?
Fockin' 'ell!!!