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Dec 2019
both souls missing
forcibly torn apart

in the dead of night.
one by one
one by two.

the only witness is the bairn.
and
the are effects everlasting.

enduring continuous;
indecisive ,
melancholia,
re-living.

the bairn faces pain.
"is it my fault?"
"is there something wrong in the brain?"
"how can I close this vault?"

an end of a life
a return of a soul

that's my plan to once again feel whole.
its a mini story like thing based off a a game? and sort of real life?
francine
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