The end of my days comes nigh like the dawn, inching ever closer as a cold wind, rending me breathless, alone in my armchair, consumed with sweat and fear. This plague has taken its toll on me, and my body cannot compete with the constant struggle held inside me, just beneath the surface of my skin. I cannot cry, and I cannot move myself to more
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*glompees* missed ya.
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Just one question... why Elrond? *hid smile*
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...and I love demanding LJ entries :)
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*steals covers*
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