by my_fallenangel » Tue Sep 03, 2013 12:27 pm
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As Lillith jogged around the city, she stopped at several places to store up food for the next few days with the little money she had. Breakfast sandwiches, two apples, a pecan roll, water bottles, and more. She carried three shopping bags with her, all strung along her arm. She then entered the rather bad part of the city, hesitantly walking around. She found an building that looked old and abandoned. She stepped inside, and called out, "Hello!?"
I CRY OVER FICTIONAL PEOPLEI CRY OVER FICTIONAL PEOPLEI CRY OVER FICTIONAL PEOPLEI CRY OVER FICTIONAL PEOPLEI CRY OVER FICTIONAL PEOPLE
"Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay you weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more