Nine-Forty
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Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Jul 23, 2014
I stood near the corners of hell without getting burned.
- s.n.
Like nightmares, we stood near the edges, screaming and crying.
Our only hope was being saved, dragged in to the warm hands of our heroes. Comforted with their voices, a melody of relief.
* * * *
"You don't understand."
"Than tell me. For fucking sake, tell me because I can't watch losing you."
"You don't know, okay. You don't know what I see. I'm losing myself and for once in my life I want to join the devil in hell."
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Created: July 22, 2014
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