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Hell’s infatuation

I run and hide because I feel myself die. I look at you, You do not look back. My insides turn with the abyss gripping my feet. Hell’s infatuation burns away what I thought I lost. what I wanted shadowed my need. My eyes could not see there was nothing there. I spoke many wordContinue reading “Hell’s infatuation”

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