Life is like looking over a cliff and inevitably falling down into the endless abyss
But I rebel and hold onto my pen
Instead of falling, I choose to fly
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electricsilhouette
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Stories by electricsilhouette
Children of the Bad Revolution
He was the fallen angel. She was his salvation. Hiccunzel Post Apocalyptic AU
Violet Hour
'In the dark you tell me of the flower,that only blooms in the violet hour. When an accident weaves the stori...
Masked Madness
a collection of poems and verses written at 2 in the morning