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[align=center]OLEANDER FLOWER

Memories. It could be a such nasty thing especially when it involved memories of the past you not wanted to remember. So to get ride of this unpleasant memories erased them all entierly. Locking them away, erasing them to make life become better, easier. However, memories always seemed to work in a unpredicable way. It was the memories how made you to the person you was so if erasing one special one of them?. No matter how small they might be it the consequences could replace that small part to make it to a big deal. Without that memory apart of the man got lost. Like something was missing, a hole that never could get filled. But it had still been better days. Because without that memory a damaged man had become less...damaged. Without that part a man how never had know how it felt to be truly loved was blessed without that sort of warmth to instead only knowing how coldness felt like. It was that sort of memory how had got closed away not because of not wanting to know - oh no. It all had been because of the lies build up around it. If believing that warmth was real but then wake up to realise it never had been?. A false reality. It could shattered a man's sanity, destroy a person heart.

Pain, pain, pain.

The worst part?. To have thought it was all real and having done everything to get it back only for the cruel reality to come crashing down right in front of the man face. Oh, the world could be so cruel they said but people could be such monsters. So of course if there was a way to erase all of the agony who wouldn't have picked a less suffering path?.

It had gone well. He had been doing fine. To not know was sometimes better. Despite knowing of not knowing had never wanted to unlock any of it. But then of course. The monsters returned. Mocking, upsetting, playing around and around in a game so well known for himself. But not had he backed down, accepting the game to win. So close, so close. But the monster had have one last thing underneath her sleeve. To awake the most unpleasant memory - no, not the most unpleasant but for sure the most heart breaking one. The truth about those lovely lips inside of his bed how only had deceived. The death of the unborn. Sacrifice, sacrifice. Blood, blood.Laughter, laughter. A joke. It had been devastating, it had been unberable but then everything had turned black. Before losing it all everything had been destroyed.

In a new unfamilliar world had he woken up, raising from the ashes. Yes, a brand new world but oh the memories was still there. Those feelings inside that was boiling. So much emotions and it was spreading. Round and round again. The toxic feelings wanted out to infect others, to spread this desease inside of him.
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Kazumi finally stopt once the scent of a other territory entered the nose, a smirk present so pleasantly as the vampire stood there by the border, studing, observing. It was a lovely day outside today with sun shining high up in the sky and birds singing like angels themself was blessing them today with thier lovely voices. Oh if only they knew about the chaos that was waiting around the corner, about the desease that was standing right in front of thier very eyes. A disaster how should get put to sleep but instead was here to contunie to spread this oleander flower.

Always and forever.