And now the ashes of a place that I called home, fall on me. An old wound reopened. So many times I have thought that I have cried all the tears there are for that one place. But then . . . they always find a new way to destroy it in front of my eyes. And I can't bear the sight.
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RandomNot out of boredom. It's the little things that interest me and spark my imagination.
