Mercy tells me that
Thomas is not a good man
And I highly doubt she is joking.
She would never lie to me.
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I see Thomas kiss her the next day
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The Wandering Woods
PoetryHere in the wandering woods, you have no self. It's you and the trees Swaying to a melody playing in the wind. Here in The Wandering Words, you have no hope. It's just you and the UNDEAD Limping along an unknown path - Found in a diary on the...
