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by SunShine Nov 9, 2003 category : Sadness, depression / about death
My world’s going black, Everything is grey. Beauty is turmoil. Betrayal is the way. Survival of the fittest Someone has to lose. May as well be you. Who could refuse? No turning back now. We’re almost done. Survival of the fittest, And now we’re left with One. *Comments would be nice*