Journal
The Immaculate Journal.
Where I write when I feel like it.
Until the sky is black and the sun it never shows
Til the whipping winds of nuclear winter cruelly blow
The gift of immortality has been bestowed
I will return, I will return
Oh s**t its on now
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I really didn't expect anyone to read that s**t.
How ya been? Last time I saw ya, you were still
taller and more handsome than myself. Haha
Thank you very much 3nodding
it's been some time.