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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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As if my life were shaven
And fitted to a frame
And could not breathe without a key
And ‘twas like Midnight, some —

When everything that ticked — has stopped —
And Space stares all around —
Or Grisly frosts—first Autumn morns Repeal the Beating Ground —

But, most, like Chaos — Stopless — cool—
Without a Chance, or Spar —
Or even a Report of Land —
To justify — Despair
— Emily Dickinson

Source: the-annotated-dead rebloged posts picture photo art photograpy the walking dead game lemedy 16th August 2014 August 16th 2014
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