Forsaken Grief
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"Hmm...I suppose we do have something in common after all" he said in a ordinarily manner.
"What do you mean?" I asked calmly, looking out to the far horizons whilst leaning in towards the ledge.
"We've both experienced something morbid in our life time.....we've both seen death and destruction....we've both heard the screams of the weak and laughter of the wicked....we've both smelled the reeking of death and suffering......"
"We've both experienced forsaken griefs"
(WARNING: ALL PICTURES ARE NOT MINE!)
(Currently being re-written)
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