In the dark, the whispers of my failures plague me. The silence is the noose, choking hope from the very air I breathe.
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Author:
Briana (
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- Category: Gothic
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In the dark, the whispers of my failures plague me. The silence is the noose, choking hope from the very air I breathe.
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