So... how so describe Cecila without letting to much of the story loose? ...Maybe I'll type another poem for her.
Twisted hatred.
Twisted pity.
Twisted love.
That is all I feel.
I cannot go back to what I was.
I will not go back.
I chose to become this.
Even if my body and soul remain weak.
I will not regain my status.
My house will fall instead.
Then no one else can have what I desire.
No one will get what I alone desirve.
I will carry on this way.
I will never see anything other than my goals.
Even if I lose all my sanity in the process.
...Yeah... stuff on the fly is lacking.
FMA over drive
this is a guild for every one who is completely and utterly obsessed with FMA
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