He was staring into the night, and again the emptiness consumed his thoughts, as if possessed by an evil spirit only holy words could drive away. But not cure. Never cure. Sometimes he wished he had had gone mad, for now madness was the only way to make sense of all things. Living was easy. Stopping wasn’t.
She came to him. At least he liked to
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Thanks for reading! Oh, and awesome icon!
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Thank you for reading! ^ ^
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