

The Plight of the Forty-five.,Sitting in a void between two fabrics, muffled voices overhead go berserk. Violent, greedy creatures who dictate everything my kind will ever do. My purpose equates to denim's roughness, so never can I be soft like cottonThe Plight of the Forty-five.,
nor can I be bound elastically. Creativity is impossible. My speech is only free to be hostile, my round gaping mouth always foreboding.
Hospitalization is what I spit. To these men my words of comfort mean shit, for they can't be interpreted as such. I was born to serve and protect my gods who fail to serve and protect each other. &n
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Damn you, quantum physics!
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IM CHARGEN MAI LAZER!! im in this clan! :iconrazielim-clan:
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Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising everytime we fall
~ Confucius
I'm Thrust in the G1 Crew on DA
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