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Dark Days

by jasmin-a

Thoughts circle. Blood is hot. Can't breathe. Find the happy place. No. Wind isn't audible. Trees no longer whisper. Where did they go. Why did they leave? Do you even Love me? It's gone. We're gone... long gone j.a.

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Sep 4, 2016

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