Wednesday, September 2, 2009

You Fucking Blew It

He wanted to live, he did not want to die. He couldn’t die, not yet at least. This way is too painful, he thought. Mixed thoughts and feelings raged like a river down through him, and he wanted to let them out. He bottled them in, trying with no success to end this nightmarish dream. It did not come, and he was left alone.
Good job, he thought morbidly to himself, smirking. If only Archabane could see this. Archabane…

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