notes from the underground
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THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOVED
______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST




THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED
______________THAT I'VE DROPPED


_____ Iskata had been a surprise, but it seemed today was going to be full of those things. He had come to the city with one goal in mind and spent the majority of the past hour looking for a store that could offer him supplies. This city was larger then the one he knew, and it was unfamiliar. Twice he had gotten himself turned around, though now he figured he was on the right track. Of course, this was a guess—Ahren was utterly lost, and hoping to find the store before it became too dark. If the moon was out, he would be all right. In pitch black, though, his blind eye did nothing but hinder him.
_____ Coming to another intersection, Ahren groaned and turned to the stone steps nearby, settling on them. He quickly sparked up a cigarette and propped an elbow on his knee, resting his cheek against the palm. He was again lost…fantastic.




I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget




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