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from the start buying back stolen dreams
back up plans fall apart hear the sound</font></i></blockquote></blockquote></center><br>
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<font color="#e5e4ea">Tie the knot hang to dry pull kill the light;</font><br>
For dear Andri/Kia doll when she finishes up her profile and gets dear Dav to come meet Serenity. c:
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<font color="#e5e4ea">celebrate your demise funeral of a god set to end;</font><br>
What was she here for? Why, why must she be left to this turmoil of a place she called living? Thoughts traced through Serenity's throttled mind as she walked, eyes kept low to the freshly fallen snow. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her body, shaking and cold. She still wasn't sure why she'd chose to run away to the Polish Empire, of all places. It was the coldest region around. She'd ran away to escape her demise, and to get away from those memories that would never stop haunting her. The frigid terror of her past; the haunted memories. <i>She was always running</i>.<p>
Perhaps, in some small way...she wanted death. The tattered and beaten jacket she wore was anything but warm, and the frightful mess of a dress she had cloaked underneath was nothing more than scrapped-together leftovers from former shirts and apparel. She looked like a ragged orphan, as should she properly be. She fit the description in every way. She was a street dog and she always would be, nothing would allow her to escape that fact. She was far past believing she could trust in the world. They did nothing but hurt her, which she knew was perfectly acceptable.<p>
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drowning out tired of this cover up forced </font></i></blockquote></blockquote></center>
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After what she'd done to them, she knew she was merely suffering for what she'd done. Reap what you so. It was her eternal punishment until her frail and sickly pale body finally gave up on supporting her ragged life and collapsed, finally letting her slip into the silent and unrecoverable sleep she so desperately wanted. Was it such a terribly thing for her to admit to herself she wished for these things? She couldn't help but ponder as she came to a slow and deadened halt along an abandoned rusty iron fencing. She'd wandered into an old park, strangely empty despite it being mid-morning. <p>
A fog was settled over the sky, blocking out any possibilities of sun and leaving the world in a gray, snowy abyss. Serenity liked it this way. The cold, the gray, the silence. She preferred this time of year anyway for it's mercy to her incapabilities. The sun was her enemy, as was the hustle and bustle of human lives. She could not be within that confine, for she was in no condition to lead a normal life.<p>
Slowly and surely, her legs had decided they were too weak for such a journey as to tromp up piles of fresh snow. With a final shaking buckle, she sank to her knees in the snow, hidden on the sides of the park trail by towering, dead trees. Not a leaf stirred, nor did a foot move. There were no other signs of life aside from the trembling puffs of condensation that slipped from her mouth in a cloud of white. She was paler than the snow around her, and her skin as gray as ever, with no signs of life. A living corpse, as she so fondly liked to call herself. She let her hands drop at her sides as her head rested against the cold bark of a dead tree trunk. She could stay here. That would be okay.<p>
Just for a little while....<br><br><br>
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demure fake design make it up
on the spot make your choice you decide coming down</font></i></center>
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