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Last published Fri, Jan 11, 2019
" spiralling downwards , sinking deeper and deeper into the darkest abyss . "
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a recollection of memories , expressed by art , in the form of words , carrying a lot of heart .
wandering in the wilderness , a broken soul , walking , in darkness .
falling into a pit , she squeezes her eyes shut . and in all honesty , she has no idea if she can ever pick herself up .
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