Self-Administered Therapy: Writing
Elita-1 was beautiful once, before she stopped being alive.
She began to fade long before the Ark-launch, the fatigue poisons eating away at her. She grew weary but could not rest, for there were not enough hours in the day to do what was necessary.
Then came the hopeless war on a dying world, and the slow attrition of the already miniscule Autobot forces. She smothered herself in the nights, until she was no longer a living female but a terrible machine.
Elita-1's beauty withered until mechs forgot that she was once so beautiful that even Shockwave felt the inklings of desire.
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And a couple of songs reflecting my mental state as of late:
- Beastie by Jethro Tull
- Defender of the Child by Heather Alexander
- Broadsword by Jethro Tull
- Golden Ring by Heather Alexander
Big music-dump, so I probably won't be sharing more than two songs for the rest of the college semester.
She began to fade long before the Ark-launch, the fatigue poisons eating away at her. She grew weary but could not rest, for there were not enough hours in the day to do what was necessary.
Then came the hopeless war on a dying world, and the slow attrition of the already miniscule Autobot forces. She smothered herself in the nights, until she was no longer a living female but a terrible machine.
Elita-1's beauty withered until mechs forgot that she was once so beautiful that even Shockwave felt the inklings of desire.
---
And a couple of songs reflecting my mental state as of late:
- Beastie by Jethro Tull
- Defender of the Child by Heather Alexander
- Broadsword by Jethro Tull
- Golden Ring by Heather Alexander
Big music-dump, so I probably won't be sharing more than two songs for the rest of the college semester.