If anyone was to describe me, they would say I'm a doll. A puppet. A few rotting strings pulling together sheets of fabric. You just need to glue some long black wires on the head and then you have me. However... I wasn't always like this...
There was a time, where I was 'A Jewel in the streets'... Until I was killed...
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Crow
Mystery / Thriller"Revenge. One objective poisoning my mind. But I rather let my mind go. I need my heart" - The Crow
