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I am the dark notes of a song, The shadows at your back, The tears that fall from your eyes, The cool touch of the blade at your throat, The hot, burning bullet that pierces your skull. I am the writer of this story, I am the guide. The Director. I have led the pieces to their place on the board. In this arena, the game of life, I am the Master. And yet, I am nothing. I have always believed I was nothing. One with no past. No memory. Nothing. Just nothing. And yet, I have all the power. I have all the control. I am the one who chooses who lives and who dies. I know how it will all end, because everything has fallen into place, Just as I planned. I realize now what I have been all along. This whole time... ... I am death. __ ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐๐๐น๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ต๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ด๐ถ๐ป! ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ-๐จ๐ข๐ฑ, ๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด. **๐ง๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ด๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด: ๐๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ถ๐ญ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด, 18+.
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When Dylan was younger, she always had an aspiration to tell stories. But before she even knew how to write, she would draw them out. Her mother always encouraged her, and bought her piles of blank notebooks for her to draw out the stories she imagined in her head. Her dad encouraged her to use her words instead. Over the years, he pushed her into writing clubs and bought her notebooks so she could fill them with endless short stories. When Dylan isnโt busy writing, or spending time with her two boys, she likes to play guitar, piano, and paint. Mind you sheโs not good at it, but she likes it nonetheless!
