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⠀⠀⠀⠀ғɪʀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs. ᴍɪsᴛʀᴇss ᴏғ ʟᴜᴄɪғᴇʀ. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀「sʜʀᴘ→ᴍᴄ•ᴀᴜ」

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❛Rats were ugly little things, I'm sticking with locusts. We can have both, there's plenty of humanity around.❜ x.com/OfFaIlen/statu…

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❛Yet you are both and I still favour you.❜ A joke, of sorts. She wasn't too good at them. Preferring to just be honest. ❛Suggestions.❜ x.com/OfFaIlen/statu…

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⠀⠀⠀⠀sʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀs ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, ⠀⠀⠀⠀ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴇᴇᴅ.

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❛ — lives ɑ solemn pɑssion, ɑn inbred longing to be thrown through the hungry doorwɑy of my own spirit ɑnd be releɑsed of this ɑching form.❜

❛ — lives ɑ solemn pɑssion, ɑn inbred longing to be thrown through the hungry doorwɑy of my own spirit ɑnd be releɑsed of this ɑching form.❜
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⠀⠀⠀⠀❛Rude.❜ Narrows her dark orbs prior to erupting in laughter. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛Oh how I've missed this.❜ x.com/OfFaIlen/statu…

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❛Yes, got it all figured out. Will dispose of a human or two each day. That should keep me entertained.❜ x.com/OfFaIlen/statu…

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She ponders that weighing in all the pros and con's. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛Downword children will stay unharmed unless going against me. Little rats -- x.com/OfFaIlen/statu…

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--⠀⠀⠀⠀ with wings can burn for all I care. Although we could keep some. For funsies. ❜ She laughs with the last word, eyes wide and evil. x.com/OfFaIlen/statu…

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❛I wɑnt nothing but silence, blɑck woods, decɑy, cold winds; to lie twisted ɑnd turned ɑs ɑ serpent, to be in unison with ɑ dying eɑrth.❜