Randomly found this in my word documents
"To write is to decapitate the burning feelings I have inside. It grows and grows until it cannot be sustained. The power it fuses into my veins, controlling my emotion still I am nothing left than an empty cold fragment of a shell that once held a soul. The wind passes by me, senses being tickled, sparks of memories flood through. Shine with the shadowed cave that holds my heart. Shown a light on what was lost and opened a closed door. Looked past the reflection and saw the figure. The ghost of memories past."
Yeah...
~Lykaios
"To write is to decapitate the burning feelings I have inside. It grows and grows until it cannot be sustained. The power it fuses into my veins, controlling my emotion still I am nothing left than an empty cold fragment of a shell that once held a soul. The wind passes by me, senses being tickled, sparks of memories flood through. Shine with the shadowed cave that holds my heart. Shown a light on what was lost and opened a closed door. Looked past the reflection and saw the figure. The ghost of memories past."
Yeah...
~Lykaios
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