And the inexplainable tears trickle down as a glum song slowly seeps through the background.
Hidden towers of feelings poking out of the shadows of a soul darkened by a concoction of failure, desperation and sorrow.
Crippled by the unspoken words but fearful of the lash of the whip of truth.
Hidden towers of feelings poking out of the shadows of a soul darkened by a concoction of failure, desperation and sorrow.
Crippled by the unspoken words but fearful of the lash of the whip of truth.
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