

Remember, RememberOne hundred and nineteen years laterRemember, Remember
Five dark, chilly days into November and as many since theyd come and burned Feathers, Wesley woke abruptly in the middle of the night to find his deceased pet perched on the windowsill beside his bed, watching him.
He didnt need the bitter clutch of the icy air to tell him he wasnt dreaming. The clock had gone seventeen soft ticks past five-eleven in the morning and it was still dark in his tiny room, but the scene was as real as the nightmares that patrolled the streets and as stark as innocence lost.
Wesley hadnt been abl
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::LOVE IS A BEAUTIFUL DREAM. BUT YOU MUST BE ABLE TO BATTLE THROUGH THE NIGHTMARES::
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Dying young is getting old
This is very delicate at the minute - get us the club hammer Mark.
It's when acting innocent you look most guilty
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Warning: Horrible english skills
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|¨¨,.--------__||----- => POW!
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|__\ Gun is fun!
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Dying young is getting old
This is very delicate at the minute - get us the club hammer Mark.
It's when acting innocent you look most guilty
Still doing it though
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Warning: Horrible english skills
'----------------1
|¨¨,.--------__||----- => POW!
|¨¨|_)_l¨¨¨
|__\ Gun is fun!
--
Dying young is getting old
This is very delicate at the minute - get us the club hammer Mark.
It's when acting innocent you look most guilty
--
Warning: Horrible english skills
'----------------1
|¨¨,.--------__||----- => POW!
|¨¨|_)_l¨¨¨
|__\ Gun is fun!
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