And there's no stopping it.
Even if he's injured, limping, and twisted in incomprehensible levels of pain.
Trust me.
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- dezphaire
- Sometimes bored. Most of the time oddly alive. Phobic of butterflies. Creatively suppressed. Hungry for coffee and shoes. This is my subconscious talking... at times interrupted by my reality.
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