Do you hear my silent screams from the inside of my outer shell?
Do you know the ending to the beginning of the darkness in daylight?
Will Yesterday be the same as Tomorrow in our futuristic past?
Who will be the triumphant winning loser in this warless fight?
How many years will become seconds and move in sluggish quickness?
Who will be here to ask the silent questions when I'm done living in death?
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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620
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