"Wherever I walk, blood and bodies follow in my wake. Wherever I speak, my lungs burn people at the stake. They're drawn to me, like moths to a flame. It makes me crazy, it drives me insane."
What do you think?
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2 RepliesAh evening, thou art so beautiful. The starlight cascades upon the mountains and across the plains. The moonlight doth glow waxing and waning as night doth go through. Yet thou art a fickel mistress oh evening. Thou hast shown me beauty and compassion to only snatch it away on a whim. Nay! Though doth cause a stirring of emotion inside my chest. Just me trying to be... I don't know. Poetic I guess?