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This kitten born and raised on a Turkish military base ‘marches’ with the soldiers! 

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What dis

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His eyes at the end

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Pet petting pet

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You know, i would post more, but a friend found my account and i fear for my life now.

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Today i came to the realization that the reason why i get sad whenever i do college application stuff is because i feel guilty about doing them.

What a lovely day it is today.

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What the actual fuck is going on in my head.

Ya know?

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I passed out when I heard the music

MY GUY PLEASE

QUACKITY TORTURED US WITH LORE ALREADY, I STRAIGHT UP DIED WITH LAUGHTER, CHAT WAS CRYING FOR A MINUTE STRAIGHT

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Your breathing slows, the anger has made its way out.

The red that covered your eyes fades from view.

In this room, nothing but silence fills it.

The smell of metal wafts from your hands.

The clothes you wear stick to your body.

Below you sits a boy.

A ball of sunshine, a source of energy.

A boy with the voice as loud as a tiger’s roar.

A child who was determined to right his wrongs.

A child who you forced to surrender.

Outside the box awaits a father who never returned.

Outside awaits a relationship that will never be mended.

Outside awaits a friend waiting for their next adventure.

Outside awaits a friend who would stay till the end.

Outside awaits the people who have yet to be freed.

Outside awaits a foe and friend who has lost meaning once again.

Outside awaits a businessman who works through the pain.

Outside awaits a friend who will wait.

There is a man who burns in the guilt.

The guilt he will never escape.

Mistakes can be fixed,

A fatal mistake cannot.

He tried to play the father, 

but in the end, was the same as the one before.

There is a woman who burns in the guilt.

The guilt she will never escape.

The friends she has don’t have their freedom.

The boy she tried so desperately to save,

Will no longer shine.

Peace can no longer be her ally.

So now, what will you do?

You said so yourself,

You’re god.

Stuck in a room with a corpse.

The corpse of a boy.

Blood splattered about.

For someone who’s called dream,

You are nothing but a nightmare.

A nightmare that this time,

Tommy will never wake up from.

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Because I have yet to see anyone else talk about this

He did a little heart <3

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It feels like a fucking dieday

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Imagine: The clock strikes 00:00:00:00, and the livestream goes black. Unus Annus has been deleted. You feel a mix of emotions. Mourning is complicated. You're proud of the team. You're happy to have seen the channel through to the end. You're sad. You miss them already. You miss the lore. You miss the content that gave you so much.

"I just wish we had more time." You say, tears still running down your face.

"Time?" A familiar voice says. You look up and see a person dressed in white standing in front of you.

"How about a year?" A person dressed in black says, appearing next to them.

"One year." The one dressed in white says.

"Unus Annus." They say together and hold out a hand for you to shake.

It's your turn. Your year. Make the most of it.

⏳🤍 Momento mori. 🖤⌛

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It’s over.

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"Memories are forever"

- K ay, the last person to send anything in the chat.