

the spire.I take the steps two at a time, so fast that the carved-out windows of this stone island prison, the Spire, blur past me.the spire.
I am running.
Not from someone, or to somewhere- just running. Maybe I do it because I dont want to end up like the prisoners here- brittle, weak, walking corpses. Theres not much to do here anyway, so it helps to pass the time. I am not a prisoner. The prisoners here are all traitors.
I am not a traitor.
My mother was. And my father too, I suppose, if I ever had one. Maybe he died before I was born. Maybe he died when I was too young to remember.
hey am i gonna get that dvd from ensemble night?
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And heres why the crap that bores you is worth reading: Because someone sold it, which means the writer did something right.
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Wrap my arms
around your name
Feel your breath
against my pain
as i breath out,
the past is gone
Empty smile
Naked heart
Who i was
falls apart
when your here
inside of me.
--
And heres why the crap that bores you is worth reading: Because someone sold it, which means the writer did something right.
--
Wrap my arms
around your name
Feel your breath
against my pain
as i breath out,
the past is gone
Empty smile
Naked heart
Who i was
falls apart
when your here
inside of me.
--
And heres why the crap that bores you is worth reading: Because someone sold it, which means the writer did something right.
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