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lion begierde

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Maybe I never forgave you for leaving,
because you broke my fucking heart.

Ein törichter Freund ist eine größere Plage als ein weiser Feind.

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Maybe I never forgave you for leaving,
because you broke my fucking heart.

Illium - Erzengel

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[nix]

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Maybe I never forgave you for leaving,
because you broke my fucking heart.

Vorspann:


Aufwachen:


Erster Schultag:


Erste Liebe:


Kampf-Song:


Abschlussball:


Leben:


Nervenzusammenbruch:


Fahren:


Rückblick:


wieder zusammenkommen:


Verlieren der Jungfräulichkeit:


Hochzeit:


Geburt des ersten Kindes:


Endkampf:


Todesszene:


Beerdigung:


Abspann:

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Maybe I never forgave you for leaving,
because you broke my fucking heart.

Man ist nie scharfsinniger, als wenn es darauf ankommt sich selbst zu täuschen.

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Maybe I never forgave you for leaving,
because you broke my fucking heart.

Sie sind ein Vorbild.

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The encounter with the red mare had been deemed to end bad right at its beginning. And, believe it or not, it came as expected. Scared to a point where reason and consciousness couldn't reach him anymore, Will had fled the scenery. Just as he had when he first met another horse in this valley. God, how incapable could one get? Lost in thought, the black stallion shook his head just slightly, his long black curls shaking in the wind. When following a train of thoughts he tended to sort of leave his body, it just trotting on following an unwritten path, whilst his head was already elsewhere. He had to get his emotions under control. He had reached a point where he almost wasn't viable anymore. Yet he was somehow still alive, trotting away on a path towards the ocean. He could smell the salty, fresh breeze on his tongue. It lingered in his nose and made his nostrils tremble in excitement. The ocean always reminded him of home. Of parenthood. Oh, how he missed the feeling of safety he had gained when he was only a tiny filly. And that sense of childhood overflowed him when he visited the Oceanside. He couldn't await the moment his hoofs stepped on white, creamy sand and he could hear the waves splashing against the shoreline. It could fool him into that feeling of safety, even if just for some few moments. He would be able to catch some breath, maybe increase his chance to regain stability. The sound crashing waves came up, and first he couldn't believe his ears. But then at the end of his view he could see them, the horizon was laid out in beautiful orange and red colors as the sun began to rise above the sea. He raised the speed of his steps, aware of the shifting in the ground's texture. Suddenly his hoofs made loud, irritating noise on the now stony ground and when he came to stand he found himself on top of a gigantic cliff. Well, goodbye romantic beach. Hello deadly cliff. He snorted at this thought. But very soon his nerves calmed as he watched the water splash against the stone wall beneath him. His breathing evened out, his chest rising in a slow rhythm. He revealed the strain on one of his legs and could feel some peace coming over him at last.

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It’s not really a measure of mental health to be well-adjusted in a society that’s very sick.

The biggest mistake I made was believing that if I cast a beautiful net I’d catch only beautiful things.