No, sir. I am not crazy. I just have a vast amount of beautiful imagination.
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Imprisoned beneath is where the souless dwell. Lies a place that the damned call home. A place where the virtuous hide in fear. A place we only see in our nightmares. A place where the sun is silent... - Alesana
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
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