Life lacks a color in this world, of the perfectly sane. All it is, and will become, is a world covered in gray. Never will there be a day, when the haze will fade away. I will remain to be, the mistake that they made. The grayest skies, the endless nights, will always be there. In the days before the end, they didn't even care. The smoke and mirrors, mask the pain floating in the air. They are the darkest side of perfection. Their fake smiles are an infection. --Lone Wolf1990 06:30, November 3, 2009 (UTC)
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| - Life lacks a color in this world, of the perfectly sane. All it is, and will become, is a world covered in gray. Never will there be a day, when the haze will fade away. I will remain to be, the mistake that they made. The grayest skies, the endless nights, will always be there. In the days before the end, they didn't even care. The smoke and mirrors, mask the pain floating in the air. They are the darkest side of perfection. Their fake smiles are an infection. --Lone Wolf1990 06:30, November 3, 2009 (UTC)
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| - Life lacks a color in this world, of the perfectly sane. All it is, and will become, is a world covered in gray. Never will there be a day, when the haze will fade away. I will remain to be, the mistake that they made. The grayest skies, the endless nights, will always be there. In the days before the end, they didn't even care. The smoke and mirrors, mask the pain floating in the air. They are the darkest side of perfection. Their fake smiles are an infection. --Lone Wolf1990 06:30, November 3, 2009 (UTC)
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