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- OOC First Name
- Hamza
And more then anything the human body wants to be free.
Kyra finnished the last line of her poem; one for herself, and for others who held secrets of the past. She dind't know why she wrote them so long, this one was at least a page in her notebook. She ahd been writing while walking again; something that never seemed to turn out good. she looked around; where had the sun gone? She must be in the bad part of town. She looked around for help; but she couldn't find anyone.
It's not like she needed help anyways. it's not like anyone cared enough to help her. She wrapped her jacket around her. Everything always seemed to become colder when she was lost; though she was still pretty cold when she was found. Now all she needed was prey to pass the time with.
Kyra finnished the last line of her poem; one for herself, and for others who held secrets of the past. She dind't know why she wrote them so long, this one was at least a page in her notebook. She ahd been writing while walking again; something that never seemed to turn out good. she looked around; where had the sun gone? She must be in the bad part of town. She looked around for help; but she couldn't find anyone.
It's not like she needed help anyways. it's not like anyone cared enough to help her. She wrapped her jacket around her. Everything always seemed to become colder when she was lost; though she was still pretty cold when she was found. Now all she needed was prey to pass the time with.