DARKNESS WITHIN
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  • الوقت <5 mins
مستمرة، تم نشرها في أكتـ ٢٣, ٢٠١٥
Darkness............the first thing I remember. Floating in the eternal darkness, never feeling anything other then the calmness that surrounded me.
I remember seeing a light that suddenly chased the seemingly eternal black away. I remember a warm feeling that entered my cold body & broke the blackness that was around my vision.
I remember the face I suddenly saw, smiling down at me with a radiance that seemed to rival that of the sun. 
I remember it all, the wonderful warmth of the fire that was once mine & the cold flames of death that replaced my ones filled with warmth.
How I wish it stayed buried for eternity, but after 400 years things tend to come out, one way or another...........
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