Born into a smokeless fire, a branch lay withered in the hollows tonight. Desolation, as she fears reality, he fell before you, as you lay in fear. Withering amongst the leaf-litter, her body lays, watching frozen eyes fixed in a petrified state. Motionless, a cerebral shutdown of her mental status, an intoxicating sweat begins to lace her being. What an atrocity I have become, a creature with no human instinct. Living an alternate reality, this beast will feast and mutilate. These pleas will echo through the hollows but achieve nothing, a thief of innocence. Dragged through that grass and forcibly fucked. Murderer of innocence. Burn into your destiny, not even death can cleanse your acts. This rose lay withering, amongst the hollows, desolated, her life is now nothing. Left dead at your hands. Murderer, her innocence taken, only twelve two days ago. Back in time only two days, just far enough to know. Reality has struck, and this is it. Only twelve two days ago, left her mothers side. She wakes to intoxicating sweat and rubs the dirt from her eyes. The pain so real, it rendered her to a half conscious state, judged by all. These reasons she never asked, she gave up, she caved in. I don't blame her, to live like this. Only twelve two days ago, left her mothers side. Is this it...is this all she had.
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