The Strawberry
2014-01-29, 1:12 a.m.

Too much hope can be poisonous. No rest. No breathing. None of the rest defined as belonging to the wicked.

Always on guard.

Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon.

Yes
No
Do nothing


Repitition of HatredLoveless AvenueBurn Out (and) Fade Away

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