I'm Miasma, Canada's suicide dream. I'm the one you're born to hate. Everyone wants to kill me because I can't kill myself. I play in the snow with razor blade candies and sit alone as the frozen water turns red.
I'm opinionated, outspoken, and I don't shut up. I'll die for my beliefs, and I probably have already. I listen to synthesized music. Yeah it's fake, but it's better then yours.
I tend to do things over and over until I am satisfied with the results… And every second I'm waiting for:
[The End.]
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