Damned

Sun, 02/17/2019 - 22:15 -- smhczy

And again, she went off cursing the rain of its' loneliness. She despised everything to do with the rain, it screamed his name. And again, on this day she dressed of black with curls engaging men with eyes of blue. On this very day she gave him a name: Thanatos. She stained his love of night.

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Our world

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