Darkly Devoted
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sun, Jan 5, 2020
As walking in a dark stromy night,clouds were thundering and about to burst,I was emotionally shattered and scattered thinking about today's quarrel,my eyes whelled up with tears ,I cried loud as I can to lighten up my burdan , "OH LORD pleeeeeeeeeeeaasse pleeeeeaase pleeeaase help me I don't want to survive like this or otherwise I wanted to die"
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