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My sole remembrance of the lost...
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Words of doubting, questioning my sincerity,
From the lips of deceit, go ahead and stare at me.
Peer into this fictional future of yours, tell my li..
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The world around me...
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Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb, who’s fleece was white as snow.
Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went..
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She takes my hand and even for a moment, there's more than sadness...
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Snuff out the light of a life-cast the shadow to obscure sanity...
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A Chapter by Demyra
Somehow, I'd done it. My hand was still numb from the force of recoil, but I succeeded. They were dead, and I was covered in their blood. I looked up ..
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A Chapter by Demyra
The cast on my left arm made it even harder to sleep, but I tried anyway. I would lay on my arm the wrong way, and it would hurt, or…I could go..
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A Chapter by Demyra
"You’re guilty, and here you are, in all your sadness, looking for light, right? Maybe you feel you don’t have the right, and maybe y..
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A Chapter by Demyra
The wheels of fate begin to turn...
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