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a fight scene excerpt, enjoy!

what it feels like to be sick

walking down a frozen path...

sorry.......................

we have the capacity to fathom.

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

Ophelia wished she was a free bird-one as vibrant as the color of blood, that could fly away from the world. The brief thoughts of Ophelia in the hands of death - A Shakespearean tragedy.

The toxicity of a city, with its polluted claws digging at your dreams.

what chagrin, how bittersweet. i wish you were jealous of me.

Chapter One of a story of a fighter in a city

she's rich...................

a nostalgic poem?