My world is cold and hard like ice struggling from day to day dreaming of paradise a beautiful place to call our own something brighter than my current home. When I wake to face reality I remember our end gods what a tragedy. You stole my light you stole my fire you stole my ******* life and all i desired I'm nothing now an empty husk enjoy your victory you heartless succubus.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
My world is cold and hard like ice struggling from day to day dreaming of paradise a beautiful place to call our own something brighter than my current home. When I wake to face reality I remember our end gods what a tragedy. You stole my light you stole my fire you stole my ******* life and all i desired I'm nothing now an empty husk enjoy your victory you heartless succubus.
I write how u feel
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