

Ground Floor: HellToday, Michael thinks, is a good day to die. The skys a clear, endless blue; the grass is sparkling, bright and gorgeous. Even the people who usually elbow their way through the crowds down below, impatient to get to wherever the fuck theyre headed, are being polite to him. The lady behind the check-in desk on the ground floor of the twenty storey five-star hotel even waved cheerily to him, despite his vagabond appearance.Ground Floor: Hell
Which brings us to where he is now, up on the rooftop, way above the average citizens below, but still meaning nothing to the world. Of course, according to his family hes worth so much more
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The Sun and the Moon
The Wind and the Rain
will never accept the greatness of men
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eats babies.
See my page, cuz I'm special, and you never question the special people because they can attack you when you least expect it.
Just click my name anyone reading this, or you will be attacked.
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Oh noes, mah jaguar is eating mah Mayan
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*Keyblade-Warriors *Org-infinity *Corrupted-Hearts *Elysian-Academy ~NitemareHall *Blood-Debt and a member of Slytherin House in *Harry-potter-club~
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