Grave of Words
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Engulfed by the DARKNESS
Killed by KINDNESS
I'm out of BREATH
In the arms of DEATH
Grave of words are those words which eat us slowly from inside just like an infection... spreading and killing...words are begging to come out but they can't make it. They can create anything or destroy everything.
Words are the best dreams and the worst nightmares
Many people may find it rubbish, but NORMAL people have no idea how fantastic DARKNESS is!
A Book which is full of dark and teen stuff!
HAPPY READING! ^_^
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