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A Dying Soul

Cold darkness surrounds me.  
Outside - mist and shade.  
The last ray of light melted.  
The little bird flew away.  
   
My soul has withered.  
My heart turned into dust.  
I shall not love again.  
I shall not trust.
Written by ElleWoods
Published | Edited 19th Jul 2015
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