Won't you listen to my tale of harrowing pain and sorrow?
She stands upon the lone hill, awaiting the love of her life to return. She never expects the pain of death to reach her so quick. One black-bordered envelope, and those two words 'Passed away.'
I never thought she'd go through with it... I never thought that she'd say her good-byes with a pistol in her mouth. I can't even hold the photograph too long. The scorching tears burn my eyes and I can't see that lovely girl. Will she ever be free? Who was that girl, you ask?
That girl is the inner soul of mine. I am but an empty shell on the sea of emotions. I cling on to life for him, and I hope to never let go. The screams of death taunt me as I am asleep. And with out him by my side, I don't have it in me to hold on. The funerel pire awaits...
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What the world looks like through my eyes.
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