Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
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Sunday, 15 March 2015
Beautiful victims, sweet deaths
-I won't be one of your victims-, she said with a coquettish simper. -Why?- I did say, smiling in my turn. -All my victims had a sweet death.
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