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Post by ~*M i a*~ on Jun 3, 2009 1:07:00 GMT -5
Flyleaf
Flyleaf's lungs released oxygen from her muzzle, it perspiered on the cave walls and dripped down its murky sides. This exhale was the bitter breaker of the cruel silence. Every move was cautious and tip toed. It was miserably humid, but it was a refuge from the torchure of having to look a fiery in the eye and take the insults he spit at her. Weak limbs almost collasped in her attemp to lay down on the floor. Finally, she managed to relax and think. Pondering alone she began to feel an overbearing sensation of lonliness, her stomach felt hollow and somehow she even wondered if living was even worth it at all. Immediatly she pushed that thought aside, telling herself life was precious and irreplaceable and atleat she has the chance to be a formation of this life, but secretly she douted her words. Before she could even pause and think through, she drifted into that imaginary world of the past, if only she could never be woken.
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