aftermath;

July 21, 2011
It was a wicked game, she thought. Strangling out the last cords of diminished innocence, trying to ravage for the treasures of the dead that were so brutally murdered by his own hands…
But there was nothing left anyways. Just ashes and rubble and pain, an endless, endless ocean of pain.





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