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A story of recognition (Other) by DeadtotheWorld
It starts off in a wrecked apartment
Clustered and dismembered
Locked chains of sanity have embodied this house
But you are here; you feel at home
Obsolescent dust particles inhabitant this horrification
Enable rights wouldnât dare to destroy this disaster
Petrified of the local legends of the three-eyed giant
Whose Pleasures are to consume the life of mortals at his liking
You hear a noise, a giant screech, but you do not panic
For when do you believe in such tales of horrid beast?
Thus, to compare to anything you have ever seen in your life
So you stroll around in this banishment of a house
Trying to pass the time, Destroying everything you see
Now that you are fatigue you start to exam the things you have broking
Picking up things of the floor, you must have impaired your vision
Because it seems that you are not seeing clearly any more
You find shattered pieces of glass scattered amongst the floor
You pick up a few pieces to only discover that you where the local
legend
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