THE RIPTIDE.
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THE RIPTIDE.

Red liquid spilt onto the wooden floor, caressing the cracking splinters as sloshes of red seeped into his worn-out socks.Pathetic. Useless. That was all he could see himself as.Donovan Choo……
Dreambound
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Dreambound

Rage, rage against the dying light. ~ Dylan Thomas I have a secret, one that you can only dream of. Or rather, you can only have nightmares about. Literally.  Almost…