

The Beauty of Solitude (3) "Shane..."The Beauty of Solitude (3)
The sound of my name sends icy shards through the thin veil between dreams and reality, gripping my mind in a desperate attempt to bring me back to consciousness. Cold claws slowly tear me away from my confinement against my will, silently bringing my five senses back to life. I tightly squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring the voice and what it brings into the realms of my subconscious.
"Shane..." the voice repeats. A pursuit in any further sleep has been taken from me with my name being repeated a second time. Familiar smells of the morning begin to seep into my brain through m
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"It's not so much that I want to 'kill' her... it's just... I want her not to be alive anymore..." - Stewie Griffin
"My hormones don't rage. Oh sure, they get mad sometimes, but then they just stop speaking to each other." - Daria
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"It's not so much that I want to 'kill' her... it's just... I want her not to be alive anymore..." - Stewie Griffin
"My hormones don't rage. Oh sure, they get mad sometimes, but then they just stop speaking to each other." - Daria
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"It's not so much that I want to 'kill' her... it's just... I want her not to be alive anymore..." - Stewie Griffin
"My hormones don't rage. Oh sure, they get mad sometimes, but then they just stop speaking to each other." - Daria
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