i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[ He would know better than she. All she's used to doing is cutting up monsters to ensure they won't get back up. The thought of cutting herself to bleed to death twists her insides up so much that she's grabbing at her stomach with her free hand. ]
Gods, this is really sick. I'm getting sick just thinking about it and you're over there calm as can be!
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[ He would know better than she. All she's used to doing is cutting up monsters to ensure they won't get back up. The thought of cutting herself to bleed to death twists her insides up so much that she's grabbing at her stomach with her free hand. ]
Gods, this is really sick. I'm getting sick just thinking about it and you're over there calm as can be!