She's thirteen. Time will remedy that.
If aught must be lost, ‘twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, ‘twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, ‘twill be my life for yours. I am Given.
All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.
My world we humans we’re just pawns on an immortal chessboard.
All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.
You & I are here but the wind is everywhere. Cast no words upon it you don’t wish followed back to you.