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This endless drought of rain–this endless thought of reign.
None of it matters so, but it bothers me still.
If we are destined to kill then why be destined to die?
I wonder so.
– V.
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Short drabbles.
inkjaw
Summary:
Short drabbles, excerpts and odd literature at random intervals.
Some might be hazbin hotel themed, who knows?