The eyes whom Reaps returns to scour upon the moves of these two boys beyond their dead souls. Watching in bored tensity reaches my boney fingertips' touch. When will the climax reach to its rising action- Merely since I am of the time limit. Since I am so indire of a good watch, I whilst fast forwards due to my lack of patience against these fine children of the dead.
With the vast knowledge of the tree of life and the grasp of light I can barely see forth, but more to worse is to wait an extended period of time for these slow mammals to proceed. They ask 'why must life be too short to do anything?', I find their complaint invalid enough I tend to laugh at the soreness of how much more one should spend on a mere daily basis.
Yet I dare question my own species for myself is at most a requilliant kind of its own- No other kind of itself thus saying. Standing on mere cold blackness, there hast to be an exploit upon the wait. Question still remains burried and untouched from the bird of peace and the Mother of hope:
What are you actually waiting for to begin with?
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HorrorWanna try something fun? Here's a fun challenge for you! try wrapping a rubber band around your fingers and keep attaching more onto each line of your finger. Now wait a few seconds and then clap your hands twice. Do you feel the pain start to tingl...
