In seventeen hundred and forty eight, I cursed my life.. a world of hate. My ears so keen every sound crashed like an unwelcome tambourine. In seventeen hundred and forty nine, I prayed for death, for once I thought peace would be mine. In life my head would ache at the innocent sound of a child daring to play. In seventeen hundred and fifty two my miserable soul said farewell to my heart. Now six feet down, I crave for my past, and wince at the boom of every worms faert...
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