contemplation;

July 21, 2011
Small lies, he thought. Only small lies…
But the raging beast in his chest said otherwise, when he felt nails dig into the flesh of his hands and a burning fire sear across his face, when it tore at him so much that he thought, even death must hurt less than this.





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