It's the taste of it all that gets me the most.
Two minutes too late for this and that, and the flavour is reminiscent of a crisp new razor blade run straight across the tongue. A mouthful of steel, blood, and vitriol; our reward for attempting to kiss the heavens.
But it all goes away in the end. I mean, everything has to go somewhere, right? Even our very breath.
//End Session.





Yours,
Rayne.
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Rayne <3 Brandon
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See me, fear me, for I am the demon
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