Its not over - Daughtry
A nearly empty bottle of whiskey sat on the table. Arthur took another sip from his glass, and then gazed into the bittery liquid absentmindedly.
Why?
The look in Alfreds eyes when he stared down at him with a gun in his hand.
I am no longer under your control
He let the glass fall from his hand and wept in the silence of his too big home.
You used to be so big
Fuck you, Alfred.
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Moskau Rammstein
Ivan sat in his room and examined the bits of frost on his window. As minutes passed, the icy pattern spread slowly over the glass. Little by little, th