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StolenRoom8 2023年2月1日 16時11分 
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Shrewd Wizard Consultations 2020年11月29日 19時55分 
You ever think that Drake and Future should go back that What a Time to be Alive era of making dark moody trap music made for late night drives around Atlanta while you're sipping on a cup of lean?
the worm 2020年8月12日 19時42分 
You ever think that Drake and Future should go back that What a Time to be Alive era of making dark moody trap music made for late night drives around Atlanta while you're sipping on a cup of lean?
moss 2020年7月3日 11時27分 
I miss the days when we were together; when we would lay in the grass and watch the clouds. I miss when we would walk, hand in hand, down to the bakery and the baker would smile that grin that made you feel at home. I miss when we would walk off the forest path, and you would giggle as the snakes slithered around my ankles.. I miss combing your hair back and watching beetles pour from your scalp. And we would laugh so loud. The sound of your laughter was enchanting as the fae came from the woods and took our teeth as payment, and the wolves gnawed on our legs to satisfy their feral hunger, and the ravens plucked out our eyes and swallowed them whole, and the flowers flowed and shook in the whispering wind, talking back to the god that was consuming our rotting flesh. The quiet gods never spoke, but we heard and felt the murmurs of certainty and when the plants grew through our withered corpses, we knew our love would feed the soil the next pack of hungry beasts would walk on....
Chorlie 2017年11月4日 19時48分 
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