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Jun 2019
For the millionth time a deep mean gruff voice echoed from within
"I give up on you " not realizing that there is no one left to perceive it other than the forever constant one who loves the most.
She is the one who gives the most of her time to anyone she meets. For she sings in a sanguine silence and talks with a telluring tollence which will never be heard.
Walks and strides all around an'd amidst the crowded streets and lonely roads where she will never be seen.
She=>solitude
Written by
TheWitheredSoul
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