Malice wandered the same streets as my feet followed. Raising its hand in an oath to be friendly when the foe frightens. Sneaking into my home. My body. Filling my face as its own, raising my hand with a simper; mocking. "Thy promise to be friendly when the foe frighten." Sinister warning when the smile lifts. You're you, aren't you? If that were to be true, why are you so confused? Maybe malice meant morality and the town had to burn. Accept it. Adessa. It's you, isn't it? Please tell me you're still here..All Rights Reserved
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