i hate when i try to speak and the words get caught in my throat.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The Pride-full of the Pitiless
Brothers, strip the carcass of everything ugly and leave the bones to bleach in the sun; skulk off with bloodstained paws and maws. Our dirty work is done. Don't bother to remember the fallen one!! He was too weak to go on. Move on.
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