January 11, 2010 § 4 Comments

She longs to be immersed in a well of icy cold water. Ice cold so that it purifies her. Always… in an attempt to be rid of what clings to her. And failing… and failing. The battle goes on, between him and her. Only death will tell who won in the end.

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