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jonas whitney adam kara driskill audra

 
death wispers into my ears. but does he speak truth?

in a faint echo i recall the voise of my conscience, confused and bewildered itself, trying to predict the future.

"keep still child. although forcast seems dismal, we may yet come out sunny."

a sigh climbs out; silent but strong. i fear for the worst, and have no optimism left. for what lead to a stray night, leads to further questioning of this possible setup. in fear i wait and wallow inside of a deep catacomb, waiting to exhale in the sign of relief. indeed i do not know what will happen when i get there, but i can only be a pesemist.



 ::: posted by Eddie at 3:13 PM


 
if you leave me here

*******i will wait.

and i will fight

*******because

.

.

.

.

i love you



 ::: posted by Eddie at 11:07 PM


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