Without you

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Dragging myself out of your memories, a tough task.
It's like removing a painting from its frame and assuring it life among people.
But, she ends up under the footsteps of chaos, no one sees her charm, her precious details, her beatific thoughts, and her lost lovers.
Dragging myself out makes me an empty grave, pleading for young bodies, for a touch of warmth.
Without you, the darkness grew new layers on my skin and forced me to vanished into a world, full of tired colors and false sensations.

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