Author: rescue.arsala

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Reawaken 2.0976

Qais’s story is one of great challenge and resilience. He had a perfect life in 2010, with a beautiful wife, three healthy young kids, a great job, and great friends and coworkers. However, things

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Bottomless PiT 2.89

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posted on January 4, 2025January 5, 2025
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For the hellfire missiles rain down upon us like vicious astroids so full of rage seeking a complete anhailation of a helpless species Yes these are the days Where humanity is blinded, silent, and

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Disco FurNace

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posted on January 4, 2025January 4, 2025
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may the abyss come up on us tormented to forever silence not but a fleeting hope of rising above the

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DisloyaL BaSTaRd

Love is a migraineA soft kiss is the antidote In this game of cruel faithA dagger is the peace we strive to be The sweet sting of the scorpionis the remedy of this infinite ail Hail Hail Lovers ofthe

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Mondo Elastic Incubation

08/03/2006 A recipe for disaster as I try to dismantle the memories of yesteryear from thepinnacle of infinite masks Fury of eruption spiraling out of control as I dance timidly over these eggshells

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The DMV: A Microcosm of Humanity’s Finest Moments

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posted on November 30, 2024November 30, 2024
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By: Palango and Claude Imagine a place where time stands still, patience is both a virtue and a punishment, and humanity’s most quirky characteristics converge in a single, fluorescent-lit

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Wreckage

Time is precious, but in it’s placeI am, but a broken dreamyour feelings washed awayby the years together as oneinfinitely you saidI am, but a broken dreamlife afflicts the mindFor I may never

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Demystified Calamity

Oh how I have lostthe seeds of innocensethese sacred leaves falling and aching for another wayknowing when to triage the serum of truth cursed is the smile within which lies dormant, the mutationof a

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SloW BuRN

But our souls was just a wish unfilled i could’ve never loved anyone the way I loved you our souls were bound as I offered you all that I had but our love was just a mirage which you never

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Tomb of the Unknown Alternator: A San Francisco Misadventure (with bonus bloopers)

Act I: The Blighted Voyage My odyssey to Ameer’s Y Combinator conference began with the best intentions, leaving at a respectable 10:42 am. However, the traffic gods, fueled by a grudge against