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The sky was more often red than it was not ~ a short excerpt of a project

Oh, midnight sun, single heart in the trees, Magical touch, unfound, as the woods stays asleep.

And now, I would pay with all the money I have just to see you smile again.

It's withering flowers unique numb gloss, it's what dies inside of us while we live

Running out of ideas? And craving for something scary? Here's a few horror story ideas to get you started!

I'll go to your garden, I'll go to your grave.

This helps you calm down.

I've been staring at the wall for hours with no end Can time bend? What is this crazy dimension Where I can't even look at my own reflection?

I bend, yet I do not break. I lose, yet I never lose myself. I wreck myself, yet I never shatter.

We all sit on a throne of lies.

before you tear it apart...

Genetic modification will bring doom to us all.