#wel l

         DETERIORATING FLESH STICKS TO  the muddied ground, ichor pouring from inflicted gashes stretching along still limbs. his maker had left him the gravest reminder of their allegiance, abandoning him with wounds in need of several days of healing ( unless vulturous daemons flocked to the scene before that point ). it was an ironic thing, to be left to potentially succumb to elements supposedly under his control; while staring at the darkening sky, leroi knew beyond a doubt that his chances of warding off enemies at this stage would be close to impossible. and so he remained stationed beneath leaking clouds, the drops hardly enough to cleanse him off all the wrongdoings haunting him.  

ESSENTIALLY, I don’t get anything done. I just stare at my muse like ‘do something pls’

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Your element is VOID.

Your element is NOTHING. You are void, numb and worn out. Be it that the world has been unfair, or you have self sabotaged yourself. You can redeem yourself and come back to be ‘you’. But you can’t keep making excuses for yourself. And you can’t keep letting others hold more value. You need to feel. You need to be self aware. This isn’t cute, this isn’t funny. You need to pull yourself out of this void. You NEED to. Find life, find purpose, find YOU.

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