Drops of FireComing face to face with a living death is almost as tragic as living the death. The eroding skin cells fall to the ground to pattern the floor,Drops of Fire
landing in their designated places. The smell of burnt flesh fills the atmosphere, consuming the oxygen and seeping into the very souls of those who try most to resist it. There is no blood to seep to the floor for all the toxins disintegrated all the blood cells,
leaving nothing but wispy despair to course through the veins. We sit and listen for the drums to rise and play out the inevitable demise. Such a melodic sound that beats down into the heart
First entry
Sadness
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Missed everything daydreaming
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Cracked eggs, dead birds... Scream as they fight for life.
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Missed everything daydreaming
Welcome to dA!
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Missed everything daydreaming
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