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Sta.sh
How did you like Inception anyhow? I thought it was rather shallow for its concept.
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Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart?
Break my patience, corrupt my sacred art...
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"My soul flies erratically on the wings of what I would imagine is a feeble bipolarism. Not the all out kind. I've encountered that and I'm not that. However, something akin to that brushes past me in my quietest hours..."
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Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart?
Break my patience, corrupt my sacred art...
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"My soul flies erratically on the wings of what I would imagine is a feeble bipolarism. Not the all out kind. I've encountered that and I'm not that. However, something akin to that brushes past me in my quietest hours..."
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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Why, did you think it was right up my alley?
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"My soul flies erratically on the wings of what I would imagine is a feeble bipolarism. Not the all out kind. I've encountered that and I'm not that. However, something akin to that brushes past me in my quietest hours..."
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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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"My soul flies erratically on the wings of what I would imagine is a feeble bipolarism. Not the all out kind. I've encountered that and I'm not that. However, something akin to that brushes past me in my quietest hours..."
Idk how you feel about psychological mindfuck, but I assume you enjoy that also.
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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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Maybe.
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"My soul flies erratically on the wings of what I would imagine is a feeble bipolarism. Not the all out kind. I've encountered that and I'm not that. However, something akin to that brushes past me in my quietest hours..."