That Which Is Lost...

Time is my enemy and fate is my ex best friend and my memories r faded wt onli ur smiles bt distance and worlds hav torn us apart. My conscience had becumn a distant tot that tkes the form of revenge a serpent that creeps and slithers with in my body and soul it makes body tremble neither in fear nor fright but in excitement, the excitement of death excitement of pain excitement. My heart ways heavy with a million burdens and a and healthy wound 

by Saiko Funakoshi

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