Very beautiful person, plays nicely and carries matches

Git outta here you scammer scabbard you.

Thank you very much my friend.

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Of course you are you invented the wheel but in a previous generation

Miss you man.

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Makes a mean suicide big gulp.

-rep super salty

Gonna highdive into a sponge :P

Who can say how many days we have left to wake up to? How many times we'll walk down the same road and be able to appreciate all the beauty we've been blessed to witness with our eyes and hands and hearts? How long can pride replace what's been lost and how long can we wander without being found?

I've tried many times to reach beyond the length of my hands and found myself grasping at straws, trying to be something I wasn't. Letting the time I had slip away because I couldn't have it all, not the way I wanted.
We imagine that the world might one day come back to rest and our old ways might once again become the norm. In hopes that we were right all along and we had seen it for what it was. But that's vanity.

I haven't given up hope. I'm just hoping I haven't run out of time.
The world will always be calling us home, but until it's my time, I intend to spend my days searching for the next horizon, hopefully not alone.

Im no speechwriter either friend..

Now I could say many words here, I could come across as an edgy 12 year old and I could come across as a insightful wizard, But what I'm going to say, You can live you can go throughout your day. Wake eat sleep, Repeat. Yeah we might be able to survive, we might be able to get along. But what's living without happiness. What's surviving without living, I'm no Bogus and I'm no speechwriter, But I know what I am and I'm content with that. Cherish those you have, Because we might wake up one day to find they're not where you always knew them to be.

You and your beautiful words, added you was one of the best ideas I ever had.

"Oh, I have your ear? No words of impore can come from a beast that only roars. There are souls, far more deserving, that need their stories known. Men and women. Gods and monsters. With hearts of gold. They, are the ones I envy. In a world like this, steeped in tragedy, and defined by deeds. I wear this shimmering armor. an audacious lie. As tribute, to those with hearts of better metal than mine. Hoping to find comfort. In that, which does not rust."

”No memories before then? Just a single day, and then waking up alone? We so easily accept what’s presented to us as the truth, don’t we.” They Shift focus to the merc. "Isn’t it funny how a memory can feel like a whole different reality? People, places, even sounds and colors can change. Or someone else has changed them.” The Iremi turns and gazes towards the window. “I won’t lie to you, There will always be other explanations. Trauma, Disease, the background radiation. They all take their towl on the mind.”