when this world starts to make sense, it begins to fade, away, to another time, when magic was real, and fairy-tails dansed, high above my majesctic mountain range, I've climbed, to the top, and jumped without parachute, to the ground of wants. Sign in to see full entry.
aceblade's works for Wednesday, August 8, 2012
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