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  • lost_lover 204w

    An unpleasantly cold winter's night it was, dark and mystifying; wind sounding like screams of saddened souls in pain, with no living soul around. She stumbled on the wet road in her unlaced shoes with her hands tied in chains.
    It seemed like she went through something disgustful.
    But there was something odd about her. She had this creepy smile on, as if she came back from hell with a demon inside and her eyes craving for blood of those who wronged her.
    ©lost_lover

  • lost_lover 204w

    And maybe love is nothing....
    But when she is in your mind and her insobriety is higher than any other drug that you can't get high anymore.
    ©lost_lover