This Is Gallifrey, Our Childhood, Our Home…
Is it bad that this reminds me of the Prince of Bel-Air?
In West Gallifrey, born and raised, in the red grass where I spent most of my days, chilling out, maxing, plotting deviously all cool, and all shootin’ some laser beams outside of the school. When a couple of officials, they were up to no good, starting taking children in my neighborhood. I looked into one Untempered Schism and my mind went mad, it said,
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OH. MY. GOD. THIS FANDOM!!!!
In West Gallifrey, born and raised, in the red grass where I spent most of my days, chilling out, maxing, plotting...
“And it hurts”