dreams die as you get closer and closer to death each minute.
not only do we kill ourselves, but our dreams murder us faster then light can brighten the sky.
as my lungs burn, as my skin rots, as my energy drains i feel no emotion only watching all my greatest times in my life fade farther and farther away then my friends go next.
so why do i do this to myself.
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Yoshis Ancient Book Of Randomeness
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