I win, wot.
I win because of Railguns.
I win because maybe it's time to hold on to one side, one decision; let go of the hand that holds me high above that great divide; and beauty is the ease required for you to understand that single frame of animation... I think you know, I think you know—I realize, when you wake up, that sometimes, I appear unfamiliar, but these prints can't lie.
I win because of Gekkos.
I win because probably gonna change my username again.
I win because I keep burning my fingers in an attempt to rekindle the flame; the match is so flimsy and the wind just denies her name. So I pulled out the garments that were pressed between us, on that dreamless evening that you refer to in disgust.
I win because what Ryoga said.
Case open, Case shut
SNAAAKE! LIQUIIID! I win.
I win because well, you can't dictate the way, the way I'm gonna feel; no matter what, no matter what, I'm forced to see—I'll be the one free of jealousy.
I win because of Mk. III.
I win because please talk softly now, no need to scream; the raise in decibels seems obscene.
^^ I feel your pain.
I win because of legends.