Brief Fates and Arcs
Its summer and the day is warm and cloudy i’m in a river laying there dead looking into the face of the woman that killed me Her hair was blonde and she seemed like she was in the army.Why am i still alive looking at myself all mutilated with my intestines ripped out.Why am i still breathing why is this lady laughing at me why isnt he here … or was he here? This fate i keep dreaming about it will it happen? I will overcome it however i need hope and faith to defeat this.
