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Goodnight Mother, goodnight Father. Such tame words, ironic for the fear I feel. For so long Ive been having nightmares. Each night I dream of death and destruction, of a murderess. I never see her face, but Im sure its that of the devil. I never tell anyone of these dreams; its just a nightmare I tell myself. Theyd think me to be such a child, terrified of a simple nightmare. Yet every night, I wake in a cold sweat. I tremble slightly as I head to bed. Laying my head down on the pillow, I pray to God that no nightmares of that woman will visit me.
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R.I.P. Yassen Gregorovich.
He's up there shooting angels now... T~T
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