It Began With A LaughIt began with a laugh. A simple, friendly, nervous laugh. He remembered the fear that had glistened so apparently in his eyes that day. He could still taste the bitter agony he had suffered on his lips. He felt his heart pounding, and heard it's melodic beat in his ears. "Revenge" it said "Revenge. Get revenge." it chanted. And so sworn to his word, he vowed to do just that. The young girl and boy were innocent. He knew that. It wasn't that he wanted to kill them. He needed to, and that message was burned into his mind. He needed this. He needed the anger, the rush of the adrenaline through his veins, the blood, the howlingIt Began With A Laugh
Journaling?
Tired
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"The moon doesn't know how blue the sky is."
The Dark of the Bleeding Moon : Rock Musical BLEACH
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I am Sync the Tempest.
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"The moon doesn't know how blue the sky is."
The Dark of the Bleeding Moon : Rock Musical BLEACH
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