Sanguineam Oculos

Sanguineam Oculos

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 9, 2022
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- You let out a hoarse scream and it is the sound of a life being ripped to shreds by others. Of grief. Of an animal's final cry before it dies. - - It was warm. This place was protective and soft. It felt as if it could stay here forever, but it learned a very hard lesson that day. Good things don't last. - - You are an icicle, your blue eyes dull and your pale skin like that of a snowman. You are a snow angel in Hell and it shows. You are frozen and have no place worth going. - A collection of sad stories and random poems of real life issues that people face every day.
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