The door closes.
He is gone.
I never talked.
Will never talk.
Lost my voice.
My power.
My strength.
My belief.
He is gone.
I'm alone.
Again.
I don't know how many days,
Months,
Years,
Decades,
centuries passed.
Its just me.
And him.
Me & Him.
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Love/Hate
Romance''I laid in the cold. For last 100 years. And be it a 100 more.'' ----- I used to be freer than the birds in the sky. Now I'm as free as a prisoner. My mind is my only friend, vivid pictures filled of no-memories. Different scenarios I play out. T...
