A churning yearning begging to be quenched. A pulsing pressure building without vent. A calling from shadows and foggy paths. A whisper of purpose beyond your grasp. No destination. No direction. Just the pull of life from time that cannot leave. - Post by Authlander on Boldomatic

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A churning yearning begging to be quenched. A pulsing pressure building without vent.
A calling from shadows and foggy paths.
A whisper of purpose beyond your grasp.
No destination.
No direction.
Just the pull of life from time that cannot leave.

A churning yearning begging to be quenched. A pulsing pressure building without vent. A calling from shadows and foggy paths. A whisper of purpose beyond your grasp. No destination. No direction. Just the pull of life from time that cannot leave.

#Killing, #It

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