

Xiu A light breeze ruffled the curtains and Xiu pulled the blankets tighter around himself. He was alone in the house tonight. He was alone in the world tonight, for the first time, completely alone. Aunt Rose had been old, and he'd known this day would come, but that didn't make it any less bitter. His dreams were coloured by her passing. Images of her frail body, lying in a hospital bed, punctured by tubes and wires swam through his unconscious thoughts. Her cracked lips were moving. Her sunken eyes were pleading, but Xiu couldn't hear what she was saying. And then the cancer was taking her. A cold, black, swirling cloud of death wXiu
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i make films as well [link]
Fusionrock
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i make films as well [link]
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Photo-Artist
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Killing is making a choice.
lmao, u remembered. That's amazing!
What did you do to celebrate?
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Killing is making a choice.
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Killing is making a choice.
ARCH ENEMYYY =d
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[NØTHING/REAL] Photography
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This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
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Don't try to be original, just try to be good - Paul Rand
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