Post by PIANO on Jul 8, 2011 4:42:42 GMT -5
the world is outlined with the fine mark of bloodshed.you're too late.( too late. too goddamn late. )
death is common; nobody is phased.our innocence has already faded.( hearts collapse right in their chests. )
we can barely trust our leader, let alone our clanmates.our hearts explode out of our chests.( life isn't treasured here. where are you, starclan? )
trust me.save me.( help me. )
no application. -- no word limit. -- newly restarted.