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“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
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19|Alabama|Gay|Marilyn Manson|
William Control|Escape the Fate|AFI |Matchbox Twenty|
• Bands I Like• My face :3• Favorite Blogs :)• Tags I Track
