The Fulgar Lupus *DISCONTINUED*

The Fulgar Lupus *DISCONTINUED*

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Sleep. The only escape, I Rosette Taylor, had from my life. It is a brief time spent in a deep abyss, where at the snap of my fingers, all would be as I want it. However, the paradise of sleep for the living is brief. Temporary. You cannot hide yourself from your problems. Sleep isn't meant for that purpose. Sleep is meant to rejuvenate, to refresh, energize one's self in an imaginary paradise, so that each day you can once more, fight your problems. At least, that is what I think, what I hope. A hope I cannot achieve. For I have been fighting these problem for fourteen years, since the day I was brought unto this earth, and I have grown tired and weary of it. Sleep is now my only option no matter how brief. And though I am young wolf, full of life, I am eagerly awaiting the time of my eternal slumber.
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My own world revolves around me and I have no means to stop it, alone and scared I search through my own mind to find the answers. My skin itchy and mind completely filled with a fog that never seems to part as I search for my own self. Maybe it is the vision that keep me up at night or the constant reminder that I have no idea who I am or was? Maybe it is the mystery behind closed door or the sounds that filter through my mind that will not let me remember? Blood splattered and and sickly thoughts. Maybe it is just me?

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