The Anthology
Before the halfway point, they fell all around me
Before the halfway point, they fell all around me... Dropping one by one, hearts aching, bodies giving up, nothing but pain, spirits broken....The inner darkness blanketing their essence... They get off trail, down on the hands and knees and their is nothing but the sounds of…
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