Verin's Journal
In the sky, we reach further. On the ground, we strike harder. But our ambitions are still mortal.
Tuesday 21 June 2011
Journal: YC113.06.21
My face, my hand, my voice, threatening the babies.
Not me. Not my actions. But my fault. My failure.
Death's too good for him.
Byre will THANK me when I finally let him die.
Save. End.
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