…and in the end,
there were only echoes
of words said and unsaid,
things done and undone,
and hope left to die all alone;
reaching out to a heaven
that didn’t want me
I found a hell that I created
and the passing of my soul…
…and in the end,
there were only echoes
of words said and unsaid,
things done and undone,
and hope left to die all alone;
reaching out to a heaven
that didn’t want me
I found a hell that I created
and the passing of my soul…
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