Moments of Dread: Quicksand of the Dead.
Ahhh... he smiles... Time answers a sentients' understandable request. It all briefly pauses for an eternity. The Camera rotates: :) In pursuit of the four winds, He finds it all captured at his finger tips. You dont understand... lol... I mean.. Look at this,k? It's this moment of awakening... k? This is you... And somewhere... something is always bothering you. How much you are worth. The question... The wrong answers. Why? I think you finally know why... It's been there since you found out that even the cute animals die. Maybe if you are worth enough, you wont die? In pursuit of the four winds, You found it all captured at your finger tips. The answer to the thing that has mediated it all. Each romantic moment lasts forever and It's ok... It's ok to die...
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CuldeSac
What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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