Friend: " ... Bitch"


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Its a rare night to look up and see nothing but stars. When the moon has waned away to darkness keeping it light away from blocking the gentle flickering lights of the stars. With the skies so clear that Sora would swear if he squints he can make out what some of them are.
Its nights like this that he remembers.
Hes gotten used to checking the weather reports now to know when these nights are coming. The silence and the darkness let him think. He makes sure to stay late on the island waiting for the fireflies to come out while he watches the sun set.
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A three-year-old child walks down 2 flights of stairs Walking across soft carpet to stop in front of a hospital bed Where her grandfather rests upon his deathbed
His deathbed, prelude to his death not long after. Such a memory is one that is sent to the darkest corner of the mind Never to be dredged up save for in nightmares and by the grimmest reminders. Yes, such a memory is sad Or so one can believe from the small flash
Letters written neatly across a page, years later, A grandmothers love warming each and every curve, Brings li
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'I don't apply t' logic and it doesn't apply t' me either.'
-Eze (My original character)
~Timekeepers
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"Than that of hatred's ire, heartache knows no swifter cure."
Member of *Lolth-Scourge and *RawEm0tion
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The sum of strangeness and charge = ?
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