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The tears of a angel splashed down and woke me, I looked to see there was three gates waiting for me, one was black and another white, then...another one was grey, I stood walked up to the three of them, the black one, once I looked at it was tearing at the edges of my sanity and rage, the grey one sounded normal...the white one grabed my soul and tempted to pull it towards it, I ran into the grey one, discovering that life is nothing as it seems.
 PoeticKitsune · Sat Nov 11, 2006 @ 03:10am · 2 Comments |
