Mar 2
"What a lovely thing this is... to triumph,"
I whisper as I sink to my knees on the cold hard ground, unable to cease the flood of anguished tears that flow from my face.
I whisper as I sink to my knees on the cold hard ground, unable to cease the flood of anguished tears that flow from my face.
(Myriad of fantasy worlds)
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