Romance
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The eye of March 1585 I am forever lost to this feral emotion that is consuming me…. It was said that on the day of her birth, the last words her mam whispered after she beheld her daughter’s beautiful round eyes and full red hair were “my poor, sweet Maroon”. That name forever stuck in…
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As I put my pen to paper for the sake of posterity, I began to hyper-ventilate and my hand began to quiver as the never forgotten terror befell me and the rushing faintness and horror consumed me completely. How many a weary and teary years has dragged by since that day when the horrible…
My Dark School Of Thoughts 