Ancient memory
Why don't you cry ? Because I refuse to accept this as goodbye .I am somewhere inside myself looking for a solution.. Doors slamming closed in my mind. Each one vibrating the numbness growing within me. The mind was no help. Lets find the heart and as I navigate the twisted ruins of my soul I see it... still as stone. -HEJ
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