Real. The Fear I Feel.
Still & 2 The Utmost Of Weak.
Shrunk N Stature. Ahead: A Ethereal Aberration.
Summation Of Arguable Rumors Amount 2 My Vincibility.
Reality, Why Have U Chosen Me As This Witness?
Distress. Flee? No. Tears? Almost. The Panic, The Inevitability Of The Doom Come.
Doom: The Raven, That Watched Me Skinny Dip Awhile, Is Back.
Quake Of My Petite Feminine Soul, The Ethereal Allows Me A Final Look @ It's Afar B4 I Know Of It's Wrath.
"Bloodbath @ Snow Lake!" The Next Day's Highest Headline. "9, N All, Killed." By The Ethereal.
Ethereal.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 31st, 2023 00:31
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- Category: Fantasy
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Why do you type like this what structure is this called
Thanks 4 Both Reading & Asking, My Friend. The Way I Currently Type Is The Style That Best Suits My Current Writing. I Wish I Could Accurately Tell U The Style...If U Ever Find What's Close I'll Appreciate The N4. Peace, Love, & Blessings.
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