His name was as if pencilled into my mind.
Even after countless attempts to erase it, traces of his essence still lingered.
They were marks that no force could ever bleach out of my existence.
He was a person I could never forget.
He was a voice always echoing in my heart.
It was as if all I was now, was a paper stained by the dark virtue of his bleeding soul.
Even after countless attempts to erase it, traces of his essence still lingered.
They were marks that no force could ever bleach out of my existence.
He was a person I could never forget.
He was a voice always echoing in my heart.
It was as if all I was now, was a paper stained by the dark virtue of his bleeding soul.
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