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Jun 2014
All the beauty is quenched in darkness generating a ruthless pain.

Watching those I love self destruct purposely

Everything is blank.

And I am

Alone.

What am I mourning

Them or her.

Being alone
In a house full of people
In a house
Without hope.
Written by
shika
282
   Autumn
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