Poor somber child wilting in despair. How long must they be with this daunting gauntlet, watching their own blood spill from their throat and consume herb after herb before the child goes back to their happy life they originally owned? No breathing being will have the intellect to observe when. They might accomplish this severe plague in a moon or hundreds, but one thing is certain, they will do their best to make their allies proud of them. No matter how much life force is spilled, or how much rest they lose. They'll make them proud.
Tally Hall - Hidden In the Sand (slowed+reverb) sorry for the emo project more actual good stuff will come sometime soon (look inside da project)
