Claras Grave

Claras Grave

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I hate her so much. I miss her even more than I hate her. I cried for her. I loved her. I worried about her. I tried to warn her. I want her to stay gone forever. I want her to come back. I don't know what I want anymore, she's dead. She's weak. She's a coward. She's guilty too.
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There is no way that I can escape this now; no way that I can possibly escape her and all that lies behind the darkness in her eyes. I've gone too far. Inexplicably, I have become entranced by everything that she is, especially the red that we share. She is like the moon: haunting, beautiful, and so far out of reach. I have walked her through the gates of hell and, still, she has made no attempt to turn back. She likes to push my buttons, to put me on edge in an attempt to feel the red that resides within her. She is dangerous, but I cannot pull myself away from her gravity. *WARNING: Contains mature content, swearing, violence, death, and possible trigger warnings.

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