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ReliefIt flows into the transparent liquid, turning it a faint shade of pink,
Here I sit getting stained, pooled in my own doings. For what purpose do I have to bring upon my suffering?
I cut deep, but keep hidden, to blind those from its true meaning.
Am I to shed a tear for my incapability to stop my doings?
Death will eventually claim all, though some leave early.
So why do I continue to prevent the inevitable?
The gash is deep,
The pink a red,
My pulse is weak,
So I'll be dead,
And forever in peaceful sleep
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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