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Saturday, 21 April 2012
07:57:19 PM (GMT)
Death, the reaper, he does not wear a cloak, he is not just bones, he carries no
Even he has a heart. 
Even he hates himself.
Do you know who he is? 
I'll give you a hint. Fair?
Look in the mirrior.
Because we will all be the deaths of ourselves.
We look the reaper in the eye, we run to him.
And he carries us alone in his arms. Our soul.
Yes, he hates himself to. 
Why? Well, who really wants to be the one to hold a thousand hearts in a war? 
Always being asked for more.

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