Memories of the Wind.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
An off remark.
In what was an off remark made during my sec school days to a friend, the hands of retribution has slowly but surely laying its mark on my throat in threatening fashion. Despite early warnings, which I never heeded, blood has been drawn..
Debauchery.
The gears of fate and the fine threads of affinity spoke too soon in a language which I struggled to comprehend. Found myself entangled in a fearful mess of woven threads. Moments of prayer before regret sunk in.
Well, as a friend.
Crap.
Debauchery.
The gears of fate and the fine threads of affinity spoke too soon in a language which I struggled to comprehend. Found myself entangled in a fearful mess of woven threads. Moments of prayer before regret sunk in.
Well, as a friend.
Crap.
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