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The Living Dead
Black Hair. Pale skin. Satan's henchman. A rotted soul. this nihiiistic cold. Feeling always like I'm ready to implode. Held together by unatural means. an obsolete machine. Just contining to operate well past it's experation date. you can't help me it's all but too late. This darkness will consume me until there is nothing left and I will fall into the abyss never remembering any of this.
