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‪A walk in the morning as the sun starts to rise. The verdant images surround her, tears fall from her eyes. ‬
‪She is full of broken pieces, way beyond repair. Uncertain of her future, casting out all her cares, returning to hope and happiness, if she even try to dare. ‬

Concern, he has for her, but that is all. Nothing more, nothing less. He thinks of her seldom to be known or often as the time goes by, no one could have guessed. Destruction is a path, a wide and winding road, no one dare to travel down this trail into unknown. Her steps, continue haunting each devil blasted soul, each one she takes to freedom, or prison inside of whole.

Much Love 💜 Much Life