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Post by lu on Apr 1, 2011 15:32:15 GMT -5
the world is outlined with the fine mark of bloodshed.
you're too late. ( too late. too please ban me, i said a bad word late. )
death is common; nobody is phased.
our innocence has already faded. ( hearts collapse right in their chests. )
we can barely trust our leader, let alone our clanmates.
our hearts explode out of our chests. ( life isn't treasured here. where are you, starclan? )
trust me.
save me. ( help me. )
no application. -- no word limit. -- newly started.
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