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| Stilling Cold and empty Just a shell of my former self I have no will to live Life has been stripped away from me The colours and warmth are gone Everything is mute I once has such power at my beck and call Power to control my world Now it's forever calling, never to be caressed again. They've married me off, gave me a farm Anything to take my mind off of this I cry to myself, and take consolation in my dagger. Raeyn Priya Saethyr Novice of the White Tower |