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I believe in a god that does not abandon what He starts. Other than that, slaptstick and tree climbing are my fortes.


“Drop the beat, Skrillex!”

But Skrillex doesn’t drop the beat. Instead, he clutches it in his hands, unable to let it go, dooming the fate of the world in his greed.


“Drop the beat, Skrillex,” repeats a desperate Samwise Gamgee, “please.”

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me:feels lonely
me:isolates self