Blue Like The Moonlight
Please, make it stop.
He snapped upwards, massaging his throat with wide eyes, shivering in fear. He walked like he never had legs, he got up on his knees, only to fall again. That was death; a form of death he almost married, almost bound himself to. Like a mantra, his tear stained lips looped it's just a game, a game, log out, it's over, the game is over, enough times to drive him insane. Instead of trying to stand again, he just stared at the unmoving ground, rocking back and forth.
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