-No Name-I walked into his room late that night; it was empty just like it usually was. The windows were shut and barred keeping inside the stuffy urine infested air. He hadn’t fed today, but I knew that his food had arrived (perhaps a little earlier and livelier than other times). It didn’t seem that long ago… That he played that is, almost like a child, but in a sinister sort of way. But who can blame him? No one is born into it, essentially it’s what we become, or at least that was the case for him. It’s like reducing back to your childhood years… But isn’t it the inside what counts? In a person that is. Doe-No Name-
Hope you have a great year
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Obladi Oblada life goes on
This too shall pass
And we both joined Deviantart on December 1st. Different years, but still, a 1/365 chance is still special, I think. ^^
BTW you are welcome.
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