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i really like typing when im ******** tired. read youll like
((im gonna leave, i need to draw............oh how i need to draw.....the serg to draw seems to empty my self of all other things.....every thing is pointless but to draw....to controls my actions now and i must not disobey, other wise it will mearly pain me more then it does now......i must full-fil its wish of.......pain and ecstasy........the to things that i seem to know the best of now....i grow werry of all other company but it....so i make my leave with this one final post))
*turf draws his knife from behind him and lunges forwared, the tip busting through the thin stin of the limo driver....a smile crossed his face as he let the man fall to the ground blood staning his his hands he he said his last words.... "let the rain of the cold army live forever" behind him one of the leaders of the necrs stepped from his car drawing a pistol as he went. turf turned his insane smile widening. BANG! a bullet piced turf above his right shoulder, he began to stumble forwared. BANG! another shot this time through the stomach and yet he still stagered forwared towared the man holding pistol, towared his death. BANG! another round this one through his right lung but on he lumbed, on towared the man he desppetly wished to kill. BANG! one caght him in the face and he turned as the bullet hit his right eye....but he did not die there, he merly chuckled and turned to show a black hole where the bullet had blown through, and he ran the rest of the distens between them, stabing the knife into the man.....* pain and ecstasy *and they both fell to the ground...dead....*
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