

The Endless WaltzLeave him be. It's just a phase they say. Erratically the razor dances on. Slipping deeper in its endless waltz.The Endless Waltz
He's lost.
Alone in a world gone cold. There is no hope for this one they say. Echoes of the past surface once more.
He's getting better. Can't you tell?
Sanity a mask long since discarded. Tears flowing as life slowly fades. Only a broken soul remains. Praying for redemption.
Time suspended by a stream of consciousness. He questions the fate he so eagerly accepted. Exactly what was he searching for? &n
youll never get my scarfs
or my veggie tales
or my sunglasses
etc.
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What a rampage.
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together we'll escape so take my hand and let us fly to shpongleland
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