Broken are my wings...you draw the blade out...blood imbrued...my taste for death stronger each day...no longer afraid...I can kill you...and laugh at last...because you changed me for the worst...and now I own your soul...you crawl...your deceit with life...you deserve nothing...you are nothing...but amusment for my sick game...decaying....leaving
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and thats all i have to say
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Thank you.
*Jaenelle*
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