Hues of purple, a color that surrounds my life keeping me safe in the dark but letting some light leak through. It’s the reason I’m still here, still alive, still living for it…for him. The one who smiles down on me, holding me in warm gentle hands while the people around me wither away and die. My last hope, My only hope for a reason to live.
My reason is gone, thats it, good bye. I was crushed by the gentle hands and had to watch as he also withered away and died.
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