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Harbingers of the Apocalypse. 1.2.1 The First FighMore Like This
Совсем один.
Один в тёмном лесу. Вокруг чинно стоят деревья. Ни единого звука не раздаётся вокруг – даже ночные
i wish i was specialI.More Like This
ever since i can remember, my heart has been stolen by a big, bad wolf-boy. i had fallen prey to his big, brown puppy-dog eyes. i thought myself in a fairy tale or at least under a spell- his spell, as he could make me feel as weightless as a feather and as bright as the bluest of sunny skies. he always had me believing, day-dreaming that by the end of the dusty road, he would either transform in appearance or deed. sadly no dwarfs neither fairy godmothers nor glass or ruby slippers could be found by my side at the grand finale. there is only me left, teetering on the edge of a highway railing, acting oblivious to my own complete breakd
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