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He came and pulled my heart right out of my chest and diced it up little by little.

He came, not long after he’s last visit claiming two souls my kin owed him.

He came and didn’t cared one bit if I was ready to take another blow. He just raised his bow and shot his arrow into another love that I couldn’t save.

He came ready to collect the soul that time had promised him.


Published by tessie

I am everything that I choose to be but above all, I am a storyteller, a lover art in it's many forms. I am an artist as much as I am a work of art. I will always cherish this passion for it is who I am.

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