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Their cruelty is only ephemeral, my love.

I have worn the tests of time...

To my mother.

From ultimate weakness.

A serenity here is what I see. A silent yearning for the changing colors. Red, orange, gold, and brown... emerging from the faded ..

Stone angels watch her as she marches slowly to a forgotten monument ravaged by the hands of Father Time himself. A cold wind bl..

Eyes don't lie; eye see.

'Your curse is to make those you love suffer.'

Drum crashes overhead, thunderous melody. Glaring clouds, smoke black, snap lightning amongst themselves. Great noise and grea..

I don't exist anymore because you hurt me...