Take me back to a time of peace.
If this is what life is, I can’t even fathom what death will bring.
Is it painful? Is it sweet? Will I be met with some masked figure with skulls that bring me to my ultimate demise? I hope not on that last one.
Unfortunate events are currently molding the character from within. I can’t explain it, but said character is rapidly growing at a remarkable speed, patiently waiting to break out and showcase an abundance of talents the world has yet to see.
The tears currently falling at an alarming rate are beyond what anyone on the outside can see. Endless nights of pain and torture are all that consume the mind in a never-ending drive just to be present.
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