Poison. The words are poison. They make us see things, imagine things but in the end, we die. All is left is just a black hole where our heart had a place.
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Story by Amber Leah
Unchained
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. What can I say? Nothing. I'm quiet even I could say something, but I can't, I w...
