RaeaSolvara

Love is a beast that steals your soul. A beast that devours you completely, without prejudice. However, the beast means you no pain. In fact, the beast desires only to pleasure you, to excite you, to restore your desire to live. I have been devoured by this beast. Yet I feel pain and torment. I feel cold and alone. Could it be that the beast has spit me out? Left me writhing in pain, alone and empty on the cold hard ground? Could it be that the beast has decided I am unworthy of such pleasure and happiness? Or could it be that I fought too hard against the beast and at last she has given up and left me to my own torment? The latter of the

I can confirm that the courts of Cabarrus County are far more corrupt than I previously imagined. To be forced to accept a plea bargain and plead guilty to a crime I did not commit is obscene. All because my testimony could not compete with that of such an upstanding officer. HAH! It is truly a crime to be able to wear a uniform that will confirm your truth and honor while underneath it's dark blue fabric is the body and soul of a liar. So as this day slips into night I reflect upon what brought me to this realization. It becomes apparent that what we believe to be true and real is simply an illusion. That placing your faith in such an anti