The blood red sun seeps over the curtain of trees that loom dark and accusing beside the lake. Glassy water shines dark and menacing; dark shininess stained with bloody light lke a knife covered in freshly spilled blood
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I got sick of my old LJ name... it was too perky... too pretty... not me. It was me when I was younger. I am making this journal friends only. Comment to be added.