Once innocent, to a world which hides the darkest of corners. Once born, to be bitten by my sins. My life is the burned page in a book where the frame is on fire. Covered with flames, in and between the blood soaked thorns embedded in my mind. Fear roams around the crevices inside my brain, screaming continuously her name. The shadow is my reflection. When I stare in the mirror, I am to blame. Worse, I feel something crawling. Deep inside the shallows of my heart. It is her, Madam Nothing.
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