It begins with a silent plea and ends with devastating rejection. My world is of sophistication, tragedy, and weakness. The sky has turned black and the butterflies bring death on their wings. Could you last one day? Could you live in one hour forever? Or would bitter loneliness kill the sweet security of such a deep slumber? Enter at your own risk. Though, do not run into this place to find me. For the only path to my heart is to stumble and fall into endless darkness, where I will take your hand and...
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The Butterflies Are Beckoning Me
Would you like to fall into a world of paranormal events and uneasiness? Where the anxiety is high and the safety is nonexistant? Where the sky is black and where the butterflies bring death upon their glowing wings?
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