m.n.i.w
 1900
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CATEGORY
romance
It feels like a snowstorm upon a mountain top.
You call out to no one, but your calls still echo until you're engulfed in your own bitterness.
You grow numb and resent everything until your mind is blank.
The sun doesn't shine.
It just laughs at you, trolling your life.
Fooling you into thinking that light will ever come your way again.
The darkness becomes your light and your world become bittersweet and dim.
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COMMENTS
shadchan says: . you created the perfect atmosphere to describe depression. |
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2b2b2 says: Tight capture.....thanks for sharing! |
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