All my pasts are locked in a black and white room, they shiver in the corner. Cold winter screams, and soft death chants do taunt them, but they fall back asleep. Upon waking, they’re confussed, thinking, this isn’t my fucking corner.
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All my pasts are locked in a black and white room, they shiver in the corner. Cold winter screams, and soft death chants do taunt them, but they fall back asleep. Upon waking, they’re confussed, thinking, this isn’t my fucking corner.
