desperation crawls under her skin and robs her of worth not one ray of sunshine is left to show her where to go and find the light that night’s bleakest hour hides in that infinite sad while before dawn all she hears are the tacit words that bruise her heart words that break her and leave her nothing but the cruelest spurning of her self and no other choice than to cede her soul to the dark
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