My, What A Pretty Face

diary entry 9

I'm at peace with death, for she embraces me like an elk to its young. I suckle at its breast, for she is my sun...

I have become a monster of my own making, and with it am new.. I took a life that had no beauty, its soul was ment to be cultivated to embrace life, and in my shame I grieve.. I must take another to wash this stain I leave up on my skin, for with tommrow comes a new leaf..

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