Why is life so hard? Who told the people upstairs to give us such a hard time? Don't get me wrong I used to be one, but at least I had enough come sense not to mess up an already hard life. Looking in front of me right now, I would much rather be up there than here. But my crying won't change how they feel and it definitely won't keep me alive. So what is a girl to do? So many options. I guess if there was a clear choice life would be boring wouldn't it? Won't get an answer by sitting around. Bout time I give those asses upstairs one hell of a show.
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Growing Darkness
FantasyLucilla is the Monarch of Death always waiting for someone to slip so that she can capture a soul. But how can one women rule over a kingdom that is so divided no one person can get along? People always like so a women can't do it but let's be hones...
