Echoing…
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A world run riot not with color but anger. A yell dots the air and yet another intersects it before the reverberations of it’s echo have died down. And your world seems a different one, an unreal one, a fa
A world run riot not with color but anger. A yell dots the air and yet another intersects it before the reverberations of it’s echo have died down. And your world seems a different one, an unreal one, a fa
