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Warmth. As the moon begins to fade away, the stars seem to disappear one by one. The sun, not yet in sight, illuminates the horizon with its brilliant rays. Now is the last chance. We press onward, like the great beast unseen upon its victim, stopping for nothing. We make haste; this is our last chance.Warmth. by ~hakumiogin
We seek mortality, something lost a thousand years ago. I wanted to lie next to her warm body forever. Nothing was to be but us. But who knew forever was so long.
It was the only way. Her body has grown cold with death, and I have long since lost desire. Now, the only bond we share is our wish for the liberation of Hell.
We've seen a thousand lives
Sarcastic Method Love. You say it's something you feel, something you sense, a charismatic aroma that sucks you in like a Dustmaster 3000 sucking in the dust bunnies under your couch. Well, here's why it's impossible for love to be your driving force.Sarcastic Method by ~creepingON
Premise 1
Love's only there when you acknowledge it. You don't bother fumbling around in the dark, so to speak, for love. It's not something that just pops out of nowhere. It's the only thing that will make you take a step back and have to look at, am I right? Are you telling me that love hits you like a train hits an oncoming car in the middle of the track? You can't be serious. Love's only there when you wan
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