Words can only be forgiven not forgoten.
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The demon of death, don't you be proud of the things you do. You make them teary, you make them weary, this is nothing new. They fall for it, they perish away, why do you do it again?
Life they lived, the castles they made, why do you make them vain? You may feel your victory is thorough and you charm has won. Why do you not see that you cannot wipe us all at once?
The mother is alone, her only child lays dead, there is nothing she can do, oh death why did you lay your hands on a child that's as pure as dew?
~Elizabeth~
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Hopeless Soul
Novela Juvenil"I'm Lost In My Own Mind." "I'm in a cage full of Demons." "I'm a Hopeless Soul." "I'm like the Mad Hatter." "I'm Vilont." This will be mostly letters and some provs.
