You never hear this anymore.

I sought no blood,

and i will not rest until the true killer is found.


Help me help me. Not

help me help you. That’s my



You understand what that means, right?


Appreciate me for my art.


Fair enough. I will live without her.


I didn’t believe you.

I’m still suspicious, if I’m being honest,

you won’t hurt your feelings.


If I nailed you, you should know this.


The insignificance is so profound.
Timidness becomes me.


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