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Date Posted: 16:57:53 10/03/02 Thu
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I have heard echos shrill of pealing laughter, tears of mourning grief. A placid pool of teardrops shimmer in the daylight waning hours, the echos heard long after the rain has ceased. The daylight gently glitters the reflection of pain within one's eyes.
Salutations.
I am known by the name Urban Legend.
And you are?
And I sit here sometimes, and wonder why somewhere, somehow we all must die. Can't we fly south, or take a sabbatical to France, and miss out on death's most infamous dance? But as I sit here and ponder, I realize that there is no option when it comes to death, you cannot run or hide, for no matter where you are it will take grasp of your soul, and rip it away your your body. Death is promised to all kind, no miraculous prayer will save the day.
[lmao, don't ask...she's confused about Ravage]
GULLSHORE; novice
for the love of a king

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