Palpable Fog

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As I stare into the mirror of my fate and see my sorry state, diamonds fill my eyes, these diamonds hold value to no one but the ghosts in the darkness that gather them and show me the reasons to shed more. My soul that has given up on the world, falls into ruin, like a dying citadle in the East. I care not what happens to me, my love, for you are dead to my soul and and dead to me.

I am lost in this palpable fog, where the wolves ravage and the night creatures hunt. Ready to feast on my soul, once full of love and beauty, once.... But never again.


(This is just some free writing thing I'm working on)

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