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My Hauntings

"I have the power to turn scars into poetries. To turn tears into ink stains."

...because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.

Words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers

One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear

This is the burning pits of hell.
There is no escape. There is none.
Close your eyes and melt.

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