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I'm no longer living like this. She throws the bottle to ground. I'm no longer afraid of these zombies, these soulless creatures that have come for me. I will fight them from wherever, forever! Walking into the night, Traversing the death lands... No, she says, there is something, something long forgotten, something left there, the smell of blood.. Though my hair is like black wire, it will shine, luminous, and long once again. Though my feet are dried, and burned, they will carry me to where I need to go.. Though my skin darkened by torture,   it will no longer bleed the ink of tradegy... Though my eyes are crusted from smoke and blood tears, they will continue to search for life in the funeral pyres.. I tear into my flesh, to keep me awake.. I've come this far, There must be someone left for me... - - - And there I was, wounded, nearly bled out in the desert, I thought she was a dream, or a nightmare.. She touches me, and I jump... Though shocked by her worn appearance, I feel her heart, beating strong. She's a fighter, all right, She's a survivor who has braved the night to find me...
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
The Last Lady of Light
I'm no longer living like this. She throws the bottle to ground. I'm no longer afraid of these zombies, these soulless creatures that have come for me. I will fight them from wherever, forever! Walking into the night, Traversing the death lands... No, she says, there is something, something long forgotten, something left there, the smell of blood.. Though my hair is like black wire, it will shine, luminous, and long once again. Though my feet are dried, and burned, they will carry me to where I need to go.. Though my skin darkened by torture,   it will no longer bleed the ink of tradegy... Though my eyes are crusted from smoke and blood tears, they will continue to search for life in the funeral pyres.. I tear into my flesh, to keep me awake.. I've come this far, There must be someone left for me... - - - And there I was, wounded, nearly bled out in the desert, I thought she was a dream, or a nightmare.. She touches me, and I jump... Though shocked by her worn appearance, I feel her heart, beating strong. She's a fighter, all right, She's a survivor who has braved the night to find me...
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
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