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Subject: I die alittle each time

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Date Posted: 21:50:31 05/15/05 Sun
In reply to: Lavinia 's message, "breathe no more" on 19:59:45 05/15/05 Sun

The rafters quaked as the wind gave a silent cry of warning. The bitter cry of the death of another innocent, the guilt this death brought withering upon the ground as the victum gave a fateful and final breath. Death had come once more...not that any had noticed.

Standing silently upon the gravel covered ground not far from the apartment staircase, a cloaked maiden stood. Eyes a startling hue...though none could figure which color they were...for now, shed a bloody tear as gaze stood upon the still form of a once graceful dove. The pearl feathers torn and bloody as the small creature lay sprawn upon the ground, a cruel joke had been played and the tiny bird had lost the game.

Why did she cry for something she knew nothing off nor cared little for? Perhaps it was the fact that in some twisted hope, that was what she wished to become of her. Broken and alone she had become. Torn from a life she knew nothing of yet at times craved for. A father she knew nothing of save what her bitter mother had spoken of at times. And a mother. A mother so unlike she in looks, yet amazingly loving when she wished. The broken dove could still feel her touch at times, a small smile given at the thought. So wicked yet wanting. That was what her life had become.

Now she came. Came for the one. Her soul mate. Her comrade, and most of all her partner in this life they so wished to end at times, yet so desperately wished to survive. She had come for that of her sister.

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