Chapter 1 - Grave
Submitted September 24, 2003 Updated September 24, 2003 Status Incomplete |
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Chapter 1 - Grave
Chapter 1 - Grave
Death has a cold, dark and dreary face.
Staring down into the depths of your soul.
Feeding the pain and torment that every day life puts you through.
Like little ashes, falling from your hand and fluttering in the wind.
My heart bleeds eternally.
My breath is gone.
The world around me is my grave.
Staring down into the depths of your soul.
Feeding the pain and torment that every day life puts you through.
Like little ashes, falling from your hand and fluttering in the wind.
My heart bleeds eternally.
My breath is gone.
The world around me is my grave.
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forestdemon122 on January 6, 2011, 4:11:49 AM
my class yet again claps i wanted to ask before i red the one when you have the truma er line as it seems very personal and don't worry the whole class knows that your the authorWeirdopunkwolf on November 27, 2003, 6:11:09 AM
good jod,kinda sad though