Immortal
An endless life
Is what we
search for,
life and death
- it holds no
meaning, for
he who lives
his life free.
We search the
ends of the Earth,
for the cure,
to save you,
my dear,
I only wish
to save you.
Help me.
I cannot.
I am to die
alone,
uncaring,
in a hole
of my doings.
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Lizaf Asifan
Hey, I'm seventeen, and many of those years have been spent devouring Italian mint chocolate chip ice-cream. I love Italian mint chocolate-chip ice-cream. You should really know that: that I LOVE ITALIAN MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE-CREAM (okay, I think you get the picture now, huh?).
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