

Broken DollAnother day, if you could call it that. the clouds... fucking clouds... theres no grace or sunlight. I don't know how this damned city remains so temperate. Always cold, always raining... What sins could of possibly been committed here to curse every one with the misfortune of being born so cruelly. I don't know, I'm... I'm not sure I care any more.Broken Doll
So tired.. each day just brings more bad news... hah.. who am I kidding, bad news would be putting it lightly, detatched -- numb... but thats what I am now. I barely flinch when I find another friend dead, or another clan member missing; it happens so often. &nb
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