Help Me I'm Dying

N/A · 11-02-2014, 08:51 PM

The woman would lift him over her head and carry him off even though she was well crippled. And in someway, he wanted to be just like that one day. He would let himself drift on their venture to her home, that of which he wouldn't know she was the queen. She came to his rescue in the time of need and he would never know how to repay her.

Whoever wanted a blind man? He was glad someone could see through that just as Othello had. He had no worry of fitting in in the new home he would be brought to.

-Exit Exodus- (Please don't murder me for word count)

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