Lost Love
By: my friend K
Despair and darkness. That's all I know now. I was certain that he loved me all those years ago. The dance, it was amazing, almost unreal. Then just like that I lost him in the crowd. I searched for hours, 'till I went to the basement by way of candlelight. I found him in her arms. The two people that I thought loved me the most. Then I saw nothing, but i could hear them screaming. After I woke I saw what I'd done. Horrified I pointed the dagger my way and danced with the reaper: my last love.
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