The calling, louder than a fleeting thunder, made my body tremble and my knees sink into the floor, the headache, stronger than ever, throbbed within me. I was asked to answer, but tell me I'm pleading on my disappearing knees for God's sake, what was the purpose?
by: midnight_mortuary - ig
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