Bitterness falling on the ground of my soul like the ash of millions of burning dreams. Sometimes I reach out to touch them and grasp the nothingness, holding tightly, hoping with my eyes shut. Hoping with my mind closed that I will hear nothing and feel nothing and see only blackness.
That I will not see the barrenness of my heart, the frailties of my mind.
The oily black snake relaxed its jaw releasing it's fangs, the fire coarsed through my veins, my mind screamed the lights danced like wiley devils taunting my ears with the sound of the Forrest.
"Suddenly I stopped ...
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The girl was never there?
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