🎶Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night
Every evening that I die
I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold🎶
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“That woman visited me in my dreams for ten years. No matter the words she spoke I could never make them out. But behind her coldness and murderous rage there was a warmth, and a warning of things to come. Only I failed to hear them. Night after night, she haunted me and now your telling me I have to seek her out, the actual embodiment of death.”
micok
2022-09-14 10:01:04 +0000 UTCHojojutsutengu
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