/lit/ - Literature

Some perceive my spirit and my fear uncertainty, steeped in the blackness of the night, I knew lost and I tried to reason my madness raging furiously this desperate condition. Me falling on his knees, imploring the death of myself sweet, I grabbed handfuls of fresh earth. I thrust my face in the grass and sniffed, panicked peppery scent of wild mint when my last burst of courage prompted me to raise their heads toward heaven, to observe the stars one last time and the timeless glamor.

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nice burnt chair