And after all the poems, the songs, the rhymes, the tales she had been wrote for none but the same person she always quietly carved his name onto every piece of paper she's ever own...
All she was and all she is just nothing but an echo. An echo that just keeps ricochet along with every step he takes. She knows it's only a matter of time until she eventually fading away, swollen by the memories, and disappeared into nothingness she knew she will be.
All she was and all she is just nothing but an echo. An echo that just keeps ricochet along with every step he takes. She knows it's only a matter of time until she eventually fading away, swollen by the memories, and disappeared into nothingness she knew she will be.
In the depth of her thoughts,
A dark abyss.
A dark abyss.
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