Zelsius
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Everything was so muddled. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. No point asking. No point telling.
Muddled.
Like his mind.
Like his heart.
His head hurt sometimes and when it did it was usually because they were fighting. Hating. Loving. Whatever. Hard to tell.
Muddled.
Muddled.
Like his mind.
Like his heart.
His head hurt sometimes and when it did it was usually because they were fighting. Hating. Loving. Whatever. Hard to tell.
Muddled.
The Losing Side, Antenora
