As I creep up behind the men whom I've been destroyed with, I see the truth of death itself. All it does is prove who truly cares. It takes all of us from here. It hates us.
Why?
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ParanormalThis isn't the place I want to be in. Why am I here? This isn't the place of love. Why isn't it here. This is my story of sadness, love, and one simple question. Why?
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As I creep up behind the men whom I've been destroyed with, I see the truth of death itself. All it does is prove who truly cares. It takes all of us from here. It hates us.
Why?
