Reduced to nothing,
but handfuls
of dust,
and broken memories.
Trapped in this torture,
I beg for freedom.
Please forgive me,
and let me glide away into the sunset.
- I can't progress into the future,
until I release myself from the past...
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Reduced to nothing, but handfuls of dust, and broken memories.
Trapped in this torture, I beg for freedom. Please forgive me, and let me glide away into the sunset.
- I can't progress into the future, until I release myself from the past...
Author notesBackground pic is prompt. http://larafairie.deviantart.com/art/Everything-you-touch-62413777 A contest entry
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