An eerie thought. She sits alone on the train tracks awaiting the call of the horn and the racing in her heart seises as it draws nearer. She embracess the blackness as she feels peices of her body scatter.
The Clash. A band of wonderful music is now a layout! It has blues, limes, reds, purples, and blacks for text and many other goodies that come with it!
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