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When I held youThen I knewI could never let go.I would never let go.Yes, you were mine to hold.Bleeding, left me bleedingFight as light drains away.Bl..
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Her heart’s held together with stitches and glue,It’s tarnished, and dirty, looks slightly askewIts ticker is ticking quite random, it&rsq..
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Many are the stories is toldby the hearth side on cold nights,of the knights of this fine landand their bravery and valiant fights.But one such tale a..
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Sometimes we have to lose all there is to hold to realize that the only thing we need is the strength within our soul
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The sun was climbing over the blue horizon in shades of gold and red, and the sound of the waves crashing against the side of the boat created a calm ..
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Ace stepped back, dusting his
hands on his pants and admiring his work. The meat hung in thin strips from a
makeshift grate, and stones stacked ..
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They stood on the end of the dock
looking into the bustling city of Brunnen. The busy streets, colorful buildings
towering above the cob..
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Screams broke out as Ace crashed through the plaster and into a
table, sending a couple of girls running behind the bar. He stood up,
brushing a..
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The only thing Gracy remembers how to do is to keep her head down and survive at all costs. That all changes when someone offers her the chance to rea..
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January 12thOh, but how should I describe today? It was normal,
at first, like any that I had accompanied Father to town. It seemed some
business ..
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