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The CimmerianWake to another day, another play. Ticks of the clockdecaying sound of life. Finding meaning in this dull life of clay, Prisoners, bound to these hours of strife.The Cimmerian
How can one be calm? How can one stay sane? Knowing that you have no control, no will Empty sky, black sun, the world is so inane! Resenting life, I suppress thoughts of ill.
Filled with anguish I scream at the waned stars, The fallen gods, the depths of the abyss. Deceiver, liar, harbinger of wars! We live a life of meaningless bliss.
We were born to die; our lives are hollow. &
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Aspiring Digital Artist
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ParanoidMe.com
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Aspiring Digital Artist
My Behance: [link]
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Aspiring Digital Artist
My Behance: [link]
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Aspiring Digital Artist
My Behance: [link]
no problem
you have a nice gallery
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