The memory of that night,
it haunts me still.
The darkness.
The fear.
I want to forget.
It's so vivid,
So tormenting.
It's killing me inside.
Truly, it makes me want to die.
(C)M.L Murphy
it haunts me still.
The darkness.
The fear.
I want to forget.
It's so vivid,
So tormenting.
It's killing me inside.
Truly, it makes me want to die.
(C)M.L Murphy
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