

Relics. So Manylinger on, boy. linger on. your beautiful eyes, they will be kissed by the snowflakes of a fallen angel. her twisted, manipulated, and distorted mind will still be so beautiful to you, because all you see are the lovely glistens of the pure white snow. and you'll be scared. and so will the fallen angel. she is a liar, as she claims you to be. yes, Pinocchio, you're nose is getting larger. and your teeth are rotting out as you seal your mouth shut from telling anyone how you feel inside. and your body grows weaker with the lack of life and love entering in and out. energies being declined. but for some reason, the twisted fallen angel still kiRelics. So Many


-Teardrops on the Pavement-The moon reflected off of her radiant skin, the seeping light almost seeming hollow. Her wearisome footsteps came to a halt. Breathing only made the agonizing silence louder. Echoing through the deserted tunnels in her mind. How she wished she could crawl into the silence and never return, to cease to exist. She felt his familiar touch on her shoulder and didn’t want to turn around. Didn’t want to feed her mind another image of his face to haunt her with. The silky breeze caressed the strands of her hair as he said her name. Her name had never sounded so perfect. The rhythm of his voice flowing lightly from his lips, the lips she had known mo-Teardrops on the Pavement-
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I hear their weakness is bananas, DO WE HAVE ANY BANANAS?!
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I hear their weakness is bananas, DO WE HAVE ANY BANANAS?!
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