Another Crazy Night
On a dark, cold, and lonely night I sit here as these four walls have me surrounded. I desperately hope that something, someone, somewhere finds me before the night ends, for I fear by morning I shall no longer be. I shall have been murdered, murdered by the soul crushing silence, the nothing it had been named that's the one who should be blamed.
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