As The Wings Of Perfect Flame Glow Out Of Passion.
Damn, got home at 5 am. Woke up at 12. I want to sleep. So tired. I just wish tomorrow will be better.
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Carl Allan - A freedom fighter. Likes observing the foibles of everyday life. Psychadelic problem child with a huge beef on political situations on his country. Has given up hope on redemption. A compass without a magnetic north. Pessimist. Hates math and anything that has to do with numbers especially counting more than ten.
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