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Past her fake smile she was a wilting flower, her color fading with every passing second. Alone in the abyss swallowed by shadows slowly suffocating and dying by the hour. Each petal a fragment of her broken heart left to gently fall one by one. Hidden and tucked away out of sight on the top shelf because he preferred daffodils over roses.

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wanderingsoul34

Published: Jan 31, 2017
LinesWords: 962

Notes: https://m.soundcloud.com/maxencecyrin/where-is-my-mind-the-pixies

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